That's the way the cookie crumbles

Christian asked nicely to play chalk outside. I agreed. We put on shoes and headed to the driveway. After a few minutes of chalk art, he announced he wanted to play in the sandbox. I told him we couldn't because we were going inside soon for dinner. He was welcome to continue with his chalk masterpieces. However, 2 year boys are notoriously incapable of handling disappointment in stride. An epic temper tantrum ensued. Chalk was thrown. Toys were kicked. I warned him to stop his dramatic antics or head inside for a time-out. Like the bad guy in Raiders of the Lost Ark, he chose unwisely. Impressed with my own upper body strength, I carried him inside. We are now experiencing a temper tantrum of epic proportions. Add the fact that we are blatantly ignoring his histrionics, he is one very unhappy boy. But, in this house we have rules. If you ignore them, there are consequences. That, my dear boy, is how the cookie crumbles. Not that you are getting a cookie after dinner tonight.