Humiliation...

Dear River,

You know I love you. We're tight. We're thick as theives. And I'm totally aware of the fact that you are only 2 years old. And that many years lay ahead of temper tantrums and public embarassment. And I won't blame you a bit. They come with the territory like diapers, sippy cups, and car seats. And if you ask Mimi she will tell you I threw the kind of temper tantrums you only hear about in books on parenting nightmares.

That said, would it be possible for me to make one tiny request? Really it isn't much. And I kind of think I have and will continue to earn this one... When you have a melt down in public could you make sure it isn't while we are in a parenting class? Because when I excuse us, make a break for the exit so the teachers can continue teaching without having to raise their voices above your tearful din, oh and then upset the other children when I have ask for them to return the toys you brought in I get "those" pesky looks from other parents. I hate those looks! You know, the ones that make me feel that perhaps the other parents should be the ones leaving and I should be the one sticking around.

Thanks a million, son. You're the best!

Love,
Mom

Humiliation... isn't that a virtue or something? Oh-no wait that is humility. Sorry, my bad.