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Pancake Rage

January 12, 2010

Nap time came today, as it often does in a dangerous sort of way for us, and James decided that he wanted the flour. Desperately. Gathering scraps of toddler jargon through the screaming, I made out that he had pancakes on his mind.

James’ tantrums (the inconsolable variety, which are few at the moment, praise the Lord) are mostly vocal. It’s so sad. He just stands there, arms at his sides, face all scrunched and making noises akin to a table saw. Only when he is so tired that he cannot reach the pitch and volume he would like, does his rage physically manifest itself in a violent little hand flap.

Of course everything I do or say is wrong once he’s crossed “the line”. If I had wheeled the stove into his bedroom and started flipping smartie pancakes, a big angry thought bubble would have popped out of his forehead exclaiming “WOMAN YOU HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE WRONG”

So instead, I brought him the bag of flour. And there we stood: Mother holding large bag of Robin Hood whole wheat flour, son screaming death threats at large bag of whole wheat flour. It was nice to deflect the rage for a minute or two.

SO, let this be a lesson to you: Never deny a person his/her basic human right to pancakes. Denny’s is open 24 hours because of a government mandate to protect this constitutional right. I should be arrested, is basically what I’m saying.

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4 Comments leave one →
  1. Jean Allen permalink
    January 13, 2010 8:13 am

    This is your first child so you can be forgiven your confusion. What James obviously wanted was a nap curled up with the comforting bulk of a sack of flour. Most children go through the sack of flour stage. Except you. You always wanted the floor lamp.

  2. bakerjac permalink
    January 15, 2010 6:20 pm

    Hmmm… This makes me think perhaps Norah’s bagel-related tantrum the other day isn’t SO odd, after all. We were leisurely kneading dough, and she asked what we were making. “Bagels,” I replied, innocently. Skip to 10 minutes later: “Norah, what would you like for lunch?” “Bay-go!” “Sorry, Kiddo. The bagels aren’t ready yet. What else would you like?” “Nooooo! Bay-go, bay-go, bay-go, BAAAAY-GOOOOO!” Oops. She decided to nap *before* eating lunch that day. And the first thing she asked for when she woke up? Yup. Bay-gos – which had (mercifully) just come out of the oven.

  3. Colleen permalink
    January 17, 2010 8:52 pm

    I’m so so very weak. To meet the demands of my sick nugget, I’ve made biscuits three times this week.

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