I scream....

Tantrum loves food. Especially sweets. Especially ICECREAM! Tantrum loves to eat icecream on a hot sunny day. Always in a waffle cone. Sometimes with sprinkles, sometimes with nuts, sometimes just plain but always with a waffle cone. Tantrum looks forward to his icecream all the way to the store. He thinks about the smooth creamy icecream and the crunch of the cone and if he's lucky a little bit of chocolate hidden on the bottom. Yum! Tantrum bought an icecream on a very hot day and was so pleased with his pure choice of very vanilla. The man handed Tantrum his icecream and off Tantrum went smug with glee. and then Tantrums foot got caught in the pavement. The ball of icecream so carefully placed in the cone came flying out into the space in front of Tantrums face. The world slowed down almost to the point where Tantrum thought he could catch it. But it was too late. And the icecream was gone, all over the pavement. No icecream for Tantrum.

When the wheels fall off...

Tantrum loved to play with his friends. They would spend hours laughing and joking and playing any sort of game they could come up with. And Tantrum loved riding his trike. It was his key to freedom, a means to travel to far off places for the many adventures he envisioned. His friends loved riding trikes too. They would often have races. Some short (the sprint) some long (the cross country) and some with all the jumps and dips you could imagine (the extreme). And Tantrum loved to come first. At least he would if he ever got past last. One time his friends let him have a headstart because he was such a good friend and Tantrum was chuffed that his friends thought this of him. Ready? Set? Go!! Tantrum lunged his foot upon the first peddle and heard a snap! It dawned on Tantrum that he wasnt going anywhere. The wheel had fallen off and once again Tantrum was left behind.

Like falling off a horse...

Tantrum loves animals. He loves the way they look at the world, and the way the world looks back at them. Tantrum loves horses. TV taught him that he could be one with horses and they would be best friends.
One day Tantrum was invited to go horse riding with some friends. Hoorah! At last his dream would be fulfilled. Tantrum mounted the great beast and off they went. The air felt somewhat cleaner, crisper and tantrum felt on top of the world. And then the horse began to trot. Tantrum was not prepared for this. The more the horse trotted the higher Tantrum bounced until he couldn't hold on any longer. And then Tanrtum wasn't on the horse anymore. Tantrum was on the ground. In a puddle. Poor Tantrum was covered in mud.

The Tantrum-mobile

Tantrum loves to go in the car, it doesnt matter where he's going it's all about the ride. Tantrum always has the windows down so the wind whips around his ears. Tantrum believes he is a model driver so when one day a truck pulled in front of him and was going slow he decided to give it some room. When the truck pulled into a turning lane Tantrum was so pleased with his courteaous bahaviour he looked out at the truck as he went past. Just as the window lined up the truck went through a puddle and sprayed all over tantrums car. And Tantrum. Tantrum did the only thing he knew in such a situation. He threw a tantrum. Nobody likes a truck spritz.

Waaaaaa!!!!!

Tantrum loves life. He loves long walks along the beach, candle lit dinners and living life to the full. Theres just one thing. Sometimes life does not love him. Tantrum loves food, like LOTS.

Tantrum loves cheeseburgers. Just the other day he was down at Burgerland ordering his favourite meal, a triple cheeseburger with large fries and a hot fudge sundae. Tantrum was amused hat he would be eating a sundae on a sunday. That's just the kind of guy he is.

As the meal was prepared Tantrum eyed the room to pick out the best spot to sit. You know, where he could eat his dinner AND see what everyone else was ordering too. Just as his meal was set set down on the tray Tantrum scooped it up and set full speed ahead for his chosen table.

But what Tantrum didnt see was the small pool of ketchup on the floor. The tray propelled forward and the burger flew into the air. It somersaulted once, twice and a third time for good measure and before Tantrum could do anything about it the burger went Splat! all over the floor. And there is no 3 second rule at Burgerland. Tantrum did the only thing he knew how to do. He threw a Tantrum.