I’m his father. I view him through the rosiest glasses of all.
The moment we stepped outside, he lost it.
Meltdowns are tough on parents, but far worse for people experiencing them firsthand.
It was the exact thing I needed to hear at the exact right moment.
If this was really Medieval Times, the dragon would have been afraid to come near us.
He knows when to strike and how I am the only person preventing him in that moment.
These outbursts might still occur in his daily travels. I rarely see them anymore.
On this day, in this room, for this concert, my main goal was to make sure we stayed until the finish.
We walked into the crowded and cramped waiting area. That’s when my son had a meltdown.
They know to never listen if I ask them to smell their food or accept a Hurtz Donut.