Watching my 16-month-old son, Fraser, throw himself face down on the kitchen floor, I stifled a snort of laughter. It was April 2019, and for the last month or so, I’d witnessed a change in my boy’s behaviour. When he didn’t get what he wanted, he carried out his own little protest, lying face down on the floor, his arms and legs flailing about in the air.
We soon realised it was just Fraser making a point that he was not a happy bunny, and ensuring me and his dad, my partner David, 34, knew about it.
My daughter, Meghan, 12, from a previous relationship, was so much calmer as a baby, so it took some getting used to, and soon, Fraser was having a tantrum almost daily, over even…
