Harry was only two years old when I took this candid shot.
We wouldn't let him go outside because the sun was hot.
But Daddy was in the garden, that's why there were such tears;
A proper little tantrum, quite painful to the ears!
On reflection, though, it seems to me the years have gone too fast,
And I am almost sorry that the tantrum age has passed,
Though what we now have in return is a lovely school-age boy.
Gains and losses, that is life. Grandchildren are a joy.
More toddler behaviour here: