The Tantrum Game

My son, Sebastian, is on the floor of Boots in Ramsgate, throwing a major strop and blowing raspberries at me. He’s also refusing to move, and I’m threatening him with all sorts of punishments to disguise the fact that I have a bad back and can’t physically drag him outside.

This whole thing started because I lost MY temper, but I was seriously provoked. The really sad part is that we were having an awesome day up until this point: we’d played in the park, done adventure games, explored the wilds of Ramsgate (well, okay, that bit down by the seafront where everyone looks like a character from Tin Tin). Here’s how it all started to go wrong…