Never trust a toddler
Last night we took Tin to go see Abel Raises Cain at Cafe Rose Nicaud, only Tin decided he was not going to cooperate with the adult plans from the get-go – first he didn’t fall asleep for his nap until 5:30 (vs 3:30) and that was because he had three big diapers to change; then when we got to the cafe, he sat down with his dinner we had brought and proceeded to throw himself into a tantrum.
Thankfully they were projecting the film on the side of the building across the street as well, so while we were in and out with him, we were able to catch most of the film, which was quite interesting. We took Tin over to look in the window of Spotted Cat and Washboard Chaz was playing and smiled at him and he threw himself into another tantrum. Dude, it’s Washboard Chaz for goodness sakes I told him. Next we ran into Jason Butler playing keyboard at Blue Nile and even though he and Mykia Jovan were both sweet enough to entertain Tin from the window, he again, was having none of it – even though he knows Jason from Sound Cafe.
So we walked and walked because we had gone with a friend and couldn’t leave to just come home and give it up. We passed two women who took one look at this miniature tyrant with his hands in his pockets, his scarf tied around his neck and his hat and declared, “How cute – he looks like a little man,” to which I replied, “He’s our prince” and that is what it felt like with T and me in tow behind his highness.
This morning we decided on a different strategy – instead of trying to avert, avoid and obfuscate a tantrum, he can just have one.