When it comes to riding trains, I’m still a little boy. I love the high-speed trains that speed through the French countryside.

The other day we were going somewhere on the Eurostar and our seat was right behind two ladies and a baby. A loud baby. A persistant baby who wasn’t a contented camper.

Have you ever noticed that when a little one is not happy he has ways of letting you know? He screams, turns red, throws a fit and keeps it up until everyone else around him is wondering why that woman was allowed to give birth (except we’re patient because we’ve all been there. It’s happened to us, too).

Now unhappy adults communicate their emotions more subtly. They scream, turn red, and throw a fit. Some of them anyway.

We’ve got our grown-up ways of throwing tantrums that are even more uncomfortable for others, don’t we? For instance:

Big chill in the room–

Him: “What’s wrong?”

Her: “Nothing!”

Him: “Did I do something?”

Her: “Nothing is wrong!”

Him: “Are you sure?”

Her: “I SAID, ‘NOTHING IS WRONG!!!”

She leaves the room, slamming the door. Continue reading →