Kids are crazy. I’m not sure there is a better way of saying it. They are completely unpredictable. They have worse mood swings than any 50-something-year-old woman entering menopause.
Adults try to figure out the madness, which to me is even more ridiculous. Too much sugar in their Kool-Aid. Too much “Dance, Dance Revolution” on the Wii. Too many preservatives on their fruit. Really people??
Then adults try to prevent the madness. Teach them “self-calming” behaviors. Impose “quiet time.” Change their routine or diet. Replace fruit roll-ups and Twinkies with whole-wheat toast and peanut butter. Sounds like a pretty thrilling childhood, huh? Man, I wish I had grown up eating hummus and pita chips.
It’s even better when adults blame the weather. “Must be a storm coming, because my kids were bouncing off the walls!” Or the sky. “I knew there was a full moon when Susie cried while reading Cat in the Hat."
Truth be told, we cannot blame anything. It’s called "being a kid." It happens to all of us. Everyone survives this “being a kid” business. We all turn into crazier adults.
Until then… we can’t fight the moonlight.
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