I ask what you can actually do when faced with a public meltdown.
My two children are good, sweet-natured, kind little boys. Mostly. Every now and again they appear to momentarily channel some sort of demonic force from Dante's seventh circle of hell, usually in public and usually when I am on my own with them.
Our eldest, Harry, is four. He never really went through the terrible twos, so we smugly thought we were doing A-game parenting. Sadly, we were apparently just lucky, because now we are seeing some very challenging moments. Combined with two-year-old Olly's drive for independence, we are really being kept on our toes.