zero to sixty

Truett is in this stage right now where he goes from zero to sixty in one second. If I'm buckling him into his car seat and he decides that he wants the doodle to draw on he immediately goes full tilt. He doesn't even bother to ask if he can have it. He just screams and cries. And I'm talking veins popping out on his forehead and tendons sticking out on his neck. It doesn't seem to matter how many times I tell him that he will not get anything by yelling at me or reminding him of how he should ask for things. It's like there isn't an in between with him. It is either docile child or screaming banshee. I do my best to meet his impatience with calm reminders that he isn't to speak to me that way or asking him to try again. But there are times when it just seems like I've spent my entire day trying to diffuse my three-year old and I'm not sure that I can handle one more emotional explosion. Thankfully, that is usually around the time that Sam gets home from work and I'm able to walk away from the crying and yelling.
This wasn't something that I had to deal with from Jem. But they are two very different boys. Tru has a lot of passion and right now it is coming out in mostly negative ways. Someday, that passion will be a wonderful thing if I can keep my head on straight and continue to teach him how to channel it.