Some people would say you’re late; others would say you’re right on schedule. I don’t care. I just know you’re going to stop. Because. I. Said. So.
Congratulations on waiting longer than your brother did.
Congratulations on finding a more annoying sound then when your brother whines “Mooooooommmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyy.” It’s like fingernails on a chalk board to most people or forks scraping on teeth to your Papi or metal scraping against ceramic for Uncle M. I hate your brother’s whine, but please note, he doesn’t get what he wants. So when you start to scream/cry/roar, you are not going to get your way.
When I put you in your room when you start to throw a fit, it’s not time out. You can get out when ever you feel like it. But you have to leave the fit in there. The minute you start to throw it out here, you’re back in your room, buddy. It’s a simple rule. Temper tantrums are thrown in your room.
It doesn’t matter what you want, what time you throw it, how you throw it because you’re not getting anything until you calm down.
So good luck. May the better man when and all that. But, baby, you should know. Despite whatever one else says or believes about your mama, she’s a tougher nut to crack than she looks.