D gets meltdowns, mostly triggered by being tired or hungry. I know how to handle him, but I don't know how to handle other people. Today he fell apart at the grocery store and several older, well-meaning ladies were basically interferring. Giving him sympathy does NOT help. I was probably rude, but I just swept past them. Then he started screaming at me. Did you know I am a bad poopy?
on Jun. 7, 2013 at 5:41 PM