Tantrum of the day

Alternate post title - Guess who didn't get a nap?

Today one of the kids was making toast.
It smelled good, so I put a slice in the toaster for myself.
Max then decided that he needed an Eggo waffle.

Now.

I told him that he needed to wait for my toast to pop up, and so then he waited.

Impatiently.

As soon as my toast was done, I slid his step stool over by the counter so he could put the waffle in the toaster himself. (Because if we have the nerve to do something that Max wants to do by himself, then Max will freak out, undo whatever was done and then do it again himself. I've just found it easier to avoid the battles by planning ahead)

As Max went to put his waffle in the toaster he says;

"IT'S HOT! THE TOASTER IS HOT! YOU ALSO NEED TO MAKE IT COLD! I ALSO NOT CAN PUT MY WAFFLE IN THERE WHEN IT'S HOT!

MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
(said while jumping up and down)

I told him that he could still put the waffle in the toaster even if it was hot.

"NO! I ALSO NOT CAN PUT IT IN UNTIL IT'S COLDER!"

I finish buttering my toast and start to walk away.

Max follows.

"MAKE IT COLDER! IT'S ALSO TOO HOT! WITH I NOT CAN PUT MY WAFFLE IN THERE WHEN IT'S HOT."

Now he's pulling on my shirt.

"PLEASE A PLEASE A PLEASE A PLEASE A PLEEEEEEEEAAAAAAASSSSEEE!!"

(Max is always polite, even when he's screaming at the top of his lungs)

I tell him "No, Max, there's nothing I can do to make it cool off faster. Why don't you go blow on it the way you do with your mac n cheese to cool it off"

"I NOT CAN DO THAT!!"

"Max, it's been a few minutes, I bet the toaster has cooled off by now. Lets go put your waffle in it."

Max calmed down a bit, stepped up on the stool and stared at the toaster.

"It's not colder. It's still hot."

I felt the toaster. It was slightly warm but definitely not hot. I told him to go ahead and put the waffle in the toaster.
The poor frozen waffle was quite thawed by now. And smashed too.

Max put the waffle in and then felt the top of the toaster with his finger.

"IT NOT DID COOL OFF!! IT'S STILL HOT! MAKE IT COLDER! MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!"

Then he took the waffle out of the toaster and waved it in my direction. It flopped back and forth as he said

"MAKE IT COLDER!!!"

I asked him if he wanted me to put the waffle in but he explained that he needed to do it himself.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I ALSO NEED TO PUT THE WAFFLE IN THE TOASTER!!!"

Right then I got a phone call from Aaron's Cub scout leader. She wanted to remind me that I had signed up to bring the treats for pack meeting next week and let me know that we should plan for about 60-65 people.............

And the whole time she was talking and I was trying to listen to her, all I could really hear was


MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!

Somehow, CJ was able to convince him to let him put the waffle in. After it popped up, Max brought the waffle to me "It's hot! It's hot! It's hot!.........I need my plate. I need my plate I need my.............NOT THAT ONE, I WANTED THE YELLOW PLATE!"

After he sat down and ate his waffle, his mood improved dramatically.

I can't wait until tomorrow. I've been trying to think of a way to convince him that he can't eat a waffle because they are all gone.

He just ate the last one.

I just found out that we're out of milk too. It's going to be a fun morning.

Seriously, this tantrum was almost as strange as time he was yelling at the toilet because it wasn't flushing fast enough.