What's Behind A Temper Tantrum? Scientists Deconstruct The Screams
Tiny toes (each of which have been kissed hundreds of times)
Kick yielding earth,
Raging at its solidity
Clenched little fists pulse with indignity
Cheeks impossibly red
You explode from imagined slights,
The injustice of sunset, when it forces us from swing and slide;
The audacity of the dog, who swipes the meat you wave in front of her;
The imperfection of a cookie that fails to be precisely round
You inhabit an exhausting in-between
Words, with their mysterious power, sometimes fail
Abandoning you to primal screams
Sobbing for acknowledgement,
For a clean, dry diaper,
A perfect slice of cake,
A night without bedtime
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