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		<title>By: zed</title>
		<link>http://petiteanglaise.com/2004/12/28/journey-to-the-end-of-my-patience/#comment-1231</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[zed]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Dec 2004 13:12:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&quot;poor todd&quot; ?  the little brat didn&#039;t even cry.  he&#039;d worked himself up into such a tantrum that not only could he not hear me anymore - but he lost all sense of feeling.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;poor todd&#8221; ?  the little brat didn&#8217;t even cry.  he&#8217;d worked himself up into such a tantrum that not only could he not hear me anymore &#8211; but he lost all sense of feeling.</p>
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		<title>By: Bob</title>
		<link>http://petiteanglaise.com/2004/12/28/journey-to-the-end-of-my-patience/#comment-1230</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Bob]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Dec 2004 21:41:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I totally sympathize with both of you.  The only cure that we found that worked well when traveling with a small child was Dimetap, when it still had alcohol in it.  It was sure to put them sound to sleep and only make the task onerous in that we had to carry a 20 pound dead weight in our arms.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I totally sympathize with both of you.  The only cure that we found that worked well when traveling with a small child was Dimetap, when it still had alcohol in it.  It was sure to put them sound to sleep and only make the task onerous in that we had to carry a 20 pound dead weight in our arms.</p>
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		<title>By: anan</title>
		<link>http://petiteanglaise.com/2004/12/28/journey-to-the-end-of-my-patience/#comment-1229</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[anan]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Dec 2004 21:38:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[well, and speaking of tantrums...

my oldest was in his terrible twos when he decided to throw himself on the floor and scream for sugar in a major mall. All the other parents looked at me, a new mom, as if to say, ok, what are you going to do now? So i threw myself on the ground and kicked and screamed along with him. He stood up and said, Mom, you&#039;re crazy.

He never tried that again.
Mind you, i don&#039;t think we were allowed back in the mall, either!]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>well, and speaking of tantrums&#8230;</p>
<p>my oldest was in his terrible twos when he decided to throw himself on the floor and scream for sugar in a major mall. All the other parents looked at me, a new mom, as if to say, ok, what are you going to do now? So i threw myself on the ground and kicked and screamed along with him. He stood up and said, Mom, you&#8217;re crazy.</p>
<p>He never tried that again.<br />
Mind you, i don&#8217;t think we were allowed back in the mall, either!</p>
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		<title>By: Mike Da Hat</title>
		<link>http://petiteanglaise.com/2004/12/28/journey-to-the-end-of-my-patience/#comment-1228</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Mike Da Hat]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Dec 2004 17:37:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My mentally handicapped boy Joshy was having a screaming fit in his pushchair whilst we were in John Lewis. This old lady tut tutted and said &quot;Can&#039;t you keep that boy under control..&quot;
I said &quot;Apparently not but I&#039;m sure you can do better, have a try.&quot; and I pushed him toward her and walked off.
I didn&#039;t walk far, just enough to make my point. The old lady shut up then.
And by coincedence so did Joshy.  Result.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My mentally handicapped boy Joshy was having a screaming fit in his pushchair whilst we were in John Lewis. This old lady tut tutted and said &#8220;Can&#8217;t you keep that boy under control..&#8221;<br />
I said &#8220;Apparently not but I&#8217;m sure you can do better, have a try.&#8221; and I pushed him toward her and walked off.<br />
I didn&#8217;t walk far, just enough to make my point. The old lady shut up then.<br />
And by coincedence so did Joshy.  Result.</p>
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		<title>By: Ruth</title>
		<link>http://petiteanglaise.com/2004/12/28/journey-to-the-end-of-my-patience/#comment-1227</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ruth]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Dec 2004 16:54:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[No,Tim; you have never had to pack for a toddler, I take it, or you would know that the steamer trunk of clothing and equipment that is required for one small child scarcely permits the space for a change of underwear for the poor parent, especially if you are flying, with strict weight limits set. Ryanair, for example, are effectively cancelling checked luggage, as of the New Year and permit only 15 kilos carry-on, I think.
Anyway, that&#039;s how I read the post! May I be spanked for presumption if I am mistaken.........]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>No,Tim; you have never had to pack for a toddler, I take it, or you would know that the steamer trunk of clothing and equipment that is required for one small child scarcely permits the space for a change of underwear for the poor parent, especially if you are flying, with strict weight limits set. Ryanair, for example, are effectively cancelling checked luggage, as of the New Year and permit only 15 kilos carry-on, I think.<br />
Anyway, that&#8217;s how I read the post! May I be spanked for presumption if I am mistaken&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: anan</title>
		<link>http://petiteanglaise.com/2004/12/28/journey-to-the-end-of-my-patience/#comment-1226</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[anan]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Dec 2004 16:32:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[good one, Watski... wouldn&#039;t it be something if adults used tantrums to get what they wanted? You know; say, if the bank refused to lower the service charges on your account, you could throw yourself to the ground, kicking and screaming in a wild froth.

i like it!]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>good one, Watski&#8230; wouldn&#8217;t it be something if adults used tantrums to get what they wanted? You know; say, if the bank refused to lower the service charges on your account, you could throw yourself to the ground, kicking and screaming in a wild froth.</p>
<p>i like it!</p>
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		<title>By: Tim</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Tim]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Dec 2004 16:17:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Never mind poor Tadpole - what about poor Todd?
On the other hand, some would pay good money for... etc, etc.

I&#039;m confused re. &quot;One of the two items I had managed to pack in the impossibly large bag for myself to wear&quot;
So, you packed some items in a bag, and then wore the bag? It must have been quite a scene. No chance of any photos?]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Never mind poor Tadpole &#8211; what about poor Todd?<br />
On the other hand, some would pay good money for&#8230; etc, etc.</p>
<p>I&#8217;m confused re. &#8220;One of the two items I had managed to pack in the impossibly large bag for myself to wear&#8221;<br />
So, you packed some items in a bag, and then wore the bag? It must have been quite a scene. No chance of any photos?</p>
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		<title>By: PPQ</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[PPQ]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Dec 2004 15:29:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Awww, poor Tadpole.
I feel for her.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Awww, poor Tadpole.<br />
I feel for her.</p>
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		<title>By: Watski</title>
		<link>http://petiteanglaise.com/2004/12/28/journey-to-the-end-of-my-patience/#comment-1223</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Watski]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Dec 2004 15:16:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I do that all the time to get my way.  Kids don&#039;t have the monopoly on tantrums you know.

I&#039;ll keep an eye out in Leeds for you.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I do that all the time to get my way.  Kids don&#8217;t have the monopoly on tantrums you know.</p>
<p>I&#8217;ll keep an eye out in Leeds for you.</p>
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		<title>By: Stressqueen</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stressqueen]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Dec 2004 00:16:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I recently caught a train from Doncaster to London.  A family were sitting nearby.  A toddle ran up and down the length of the carriage screaming and wailing the whole way, despite the pleas of his obviously knackered parents.  It was annoying, but I realised that the beleaguered bunch had been on the train since 10 am (I got on the train at 2pm and it is a two hour journey to London).  Ignoring my irritation, I hunkered down in my seat and put on my ipod, feeling sympathy for his exhausted mother.  &#039;You&#039;ve got all this to come one day&#039; I told myself.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I recently caught a train from Doncaster to London.  A family were sitting nearby.  A toddle ran up and down the length of the carriage screaming and wailing the whole way, despite the pleas of his obviously knackered parents.  It was annoying, but I realised that the beleaguered bunch had been on the train since 10 am (I got on the train at 2pm and it is a two hour journey to London).  Ignoring my irritation, I hunkered down in my seat and put on my ipod, feeling sympathy for his exhausted mother.  &#8216;You&#8217;ve got all this to come one day&#8217; I told myself.</p>
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