Banging the toy train against the wall, the boy was rigid with rage. Annoyed, irritated, frustrated, I watched as he threw his broken train across the room. Without a set of batteries, his train (a Special Edition Thomas the Tank Engine) would not work…
but when I put the batteries in it… the engine began to roar: lights flashed; music played; wheels spun.
The transformation from a miserable Ogre to Prince Charming was instant. Unfortunately the tantrum was not so easily forgotten. Removing the batteries I reminded him that his behaviour was unacceptable. Wet tears rolled down his rosy cheeks as he cried and gave his excuses for the outburst.
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