with T in toe
that might sound so horrible but i cant help how i feel.
We went to get T some clothes for our hol in disneyland and before we could do that he insisted on a Mc Ds, so off we went into Mc Ds and he was all over the floor screaming and i was becoming very embarassed. I managed to stop him doing that by giving him coppers to put in the swirly charity thing they have (he loves to watch the pennies go round & round and then drop down at the bottom).
Then he insisted on eating upstairs so off we went and coz we had to wait for his meal (he will only eat plain burgers) he started to go off on it again and he started to climb the glass balcony! I was on him so fast as it could of been dangerous if he falled and everyone was looking in shock! some peoples mouths were open (maybe they wanted to catch flies!
) then he started to kick me and swear at me for stopping him doing what he was doing, thank god the food came and he sat to eat but was getting up a few times.
Soon as he finished we were out of there ( i cant hang about or he will create again) then we went off to adams for his hol clothes (few jeans and tops) then he was screaming at some kid in the queue about football and all sorts, the kid looked scared and the mum looked shocked.
So we left theere and had to go wilkinsons (T knew what shops we were going to and the order) well he was on the floor more in there than on his feet and when it came to paying he just couldnt cope, he bit my ankles and my bum along with hits and kicks (more stares from the public) it did my head in and after that we went home i couldnt bare it anymore
I got him the 'match' footy mag and he was engrossed in it all the way home (his fav mag).
Now he is in his room and doenst want to be downstairs (isolating himself) i guess he needs his space and so do i eh!