Ten years ago we went out to dinner at Portabello’s in Fly Creek. It was a Sunday night and we thought we had it timed to get home for The Simpsons. Nate was less sure.
“Oh no, I’m going to miss it!” He was very agitated on the few minute drive back. We got home at 8, thinking we had nailed it. Nope. Nate missed the opening seconds, the same thing you see every week. But he missed it and that was the point. A major meltdown ensued, a freak out so bad that a friend of ours with connections at the show got a production video cassette for Nate.
That seems like a long time ago and in today’s world of “start over” buttons, on demand viewing, YouTube and online episodes, we really thought tantrums like this were behind us. Not so. This past Wednesday we were invited to a friend’s house for Hanukah. Nate was anxious to get home by 7 for a new Johnny Test. On the drive he was flipping out as each minute ticked closer to the start. We got him home on the button but he missed the first few seconds. You can guess how it went.
He started yelling, stomping around, and screaming. He’d had a tough morning of stomach bother and now this! It was his self-proclaimed worst day ever. In time he settled down, first planning to watch at midnight, then deciding that by the next day he could watch it on demand. He ended up being fine. But it’s amazing to always see how thin the line is between now and then.