T for Tantrum.
B for Boots.
Yup. Right in the centre aisle of the large Boots at Belfast City Centre. Why? Because we needed to go right and he wanted to go left.
What did I do?
I picked him bodily up and strapped him into his pushchair. Which took three tries with the wiggling and jiggling and sliding out of the straps.
Was I embarrassed? Nope. Too busy dealing with it to worry what other people were doing. I was vaguely aware of people going past but beyond that? No clue. Nor did I care.
See, I will never understand when people post on places like MN about how embarrassed they are their child had a tantrum in public. Who has time to look at what others are doing while coping with a small person screaming for no reason?
Is it just me? Is it? Or is it just people like me don’t admit they really couldn’t care less what others think of them?