Tantrum

“Want, want, want it”, I said to my mom in the grocery store as I picked up a box of jujubes off the shelf and tossed them into the grocery cart.  My mom said, “You have got to be kidding after that $500 dentist bill that I just had to pay, no more candy means no more candy.  You don’t have any money, so you can’t just throw items into the cart, if you want something, you need to ask for it.”  I said, “Mom, can I please have some candy?”  My mom said, “No, I told you no more candy.”  I screamed, “I want candy, I want candy!”  My mom said, “I might expect this behavior if you were two, three or four years old, but you are six now and this is embarrassing”, and then she walked away.  I pulled all of the candy off of the shelf screaming, “I want it”, and then I laid down on my back on the floor flailing my arms and legs around in a full-blown tantrum.  After 10 minutes of this I picked myself up off the floor and started looking for my mom.

Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is to use the word want as the first, second or third word of your post.

17 thoughts on “Tantrum

    1. We were supposed to use to use the word want as the first, second or third word and I decided to make it my first, second and third word and them I came up with a tantrum. This story does have some truth to it as I was laying on the floor in a supermarket crying and my mom walked away from me.

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      1. The kids did go to store with us a lot and most of the time it was okay. Just took more mental energy, so that going alone was relaxing. Now of course, going to the store is a whole different ball of wax.

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