The screaming Biz
Last night it’s time to got to bed. Come on kids, upstairs, let’s go. The biz decides he wants mum to pick him up. Won’t move. Whatever, I turn all the lights out and leave the room. Mum tries to pick him up but he then decides he wants to be picked up, upside down, by his feet. Not me mum says, I’m not playing that so she leaves for upstairs. PICK ME UP MUM, PICK ME UP. Screamed constantly over and over again with sobbing tears and tearing his throat apart in the process. nearly ten minutes. He’s not going to give in. But I can hear him getting closer. Eventually I go to find him half way up the stairs still screaming it all together with tears and tearing. He sees me and switches from MUM PICK ME UP to YOU PICK ME UP whilst backing away back to the couch and assuming the hand stand position asking again, PICK ME UP! UP SIDE DOWN. I don’t give into that but I come up with a substitute idea. He’s down for it and we go up stairs in a cuddling embrace?
Who won? Coz I’m not sure that we did. He is stubborn as fuck and determined as a hippo, which is what he will need in this world with his MCADD
