Day 7: Project Tantrum

Yesterday evening Peanut Butter had a meltdown about getting his pajamas. I stopped it, helped him on with his pajamas as I struggled to keep him from crying, then asked him to explain to me in a calm voice I could understand exactly what the matter was. He told me that he wanted to pick out his pajamas. "Silly Peanut Butter," I said. "If you had asked me nicely to let you pick out your pajamas I would have let you. Instead you cried so loudly I didn't know what you wanted."

I don't know if it made an impression. I can only hope.

Here begins another day of vigilance.