Well... long story short. Took J to his karate class after school but the teacher didn't show up. So, with the usual ritual whining (I don't pay any attention to it now, it passes in a flash) that he didn't want to do it, J and I went for a walk by the river instead. Lovely sunny afternoon, beautiful surroundings and the first half was J happily "fishing" in the river with a big stick, running about, happily chattering, playing Pooh sticks, etc. Then, after about 25 mins, everything suddenly changed. He saw some litter, an empty wrapping, and it made him think of a toy - he asked me to buy him a toy and I automatically said no, without listening. In fact it was just one of those little bottles of bubbles that you blow with a plastic handle... and that "no" of mine turned into an increasing avalanche of complaints and demands, to do with toys, and television (god I hate the bloody thing, wish it had never come into our lives it is such a constant stress with J wanting it all the time) that then cascaded into a real meltdown, with J doing something he has never done before - repeating a phrase over and over, looking really distressed (after wild anger and insults directed at me), saying (I translate) "It sucks, it sucks"... Finally it calmed down when we were in the house and I managed to make him laugh about something. Today was not a typical day because he had school rather than the play centre (they were "making up" a missed day). He hadn't seemed particularly tired but was, I think. I took him to buy something to eat after picking him up from school but he didn't have enough protein in him probably. I don't know. This kind of thing scares me, for both of us. Sometimes I get scared that all this is getting worse - I mean most of the time it 's actually better, but when it's worse, it's worse, if you see what I mean... Thoughts?