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</o:shapelayout></xml><![endif]--></head><body lang=EN-US link=blue vlink=purple><div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal>Traditions<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>By DeAnna Quietwater Noriega<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Rafe Williams gave his sister Kirsten an apologetic glance and frowned at his five year old son. Toby had thrown himself down in the aisle of<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>The grocery store in front of the candy rack screaming and kicking his feet. Kirsten began to giggle. <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“You could try mom’s method to handle a tantrum, I dare you!” she said.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Her green eyes twinkled up to meet his gray ones. Rafe carefully lowered his six foot four inch frame to the floor a few feet from his hysterical firstborn son. He took a deep breath and began to wail<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>And kick his feet. An elderly woman who was about to turn her cart down their aisle reversed course and scurried away. When his shocked child stopped yelling and gazed in open mouthed horror, Rafe turned his head to meet the boy’s<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>astonished blue eyes.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“I can yell louder than you can any day bucko,” Rafe stated firmly.” I said no candy and I meant it. Now get up and let’s say<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>we are sorry to your aunt Kirsty for making such a scene.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Kirsten leaned down to lend her brother a hand in climbing to his feet. “I didn’t think you would do it here in public. When Mom did it to me, we were all sitting<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>down to dinner and I wanted Fruit Loops instead of liver and onions!”<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“Why wouldn’t I use the Williams family tried and true tantrum cure?” Rafe replied as he brushed off his khaki trousers. “It worked on me as eldest child down<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>to you as the baby of the five Williams kids. We each only tried throwing a fit once apiece. Mom said kids hate it when their parents embarrass them and it is payback for all of the times the children embarrass their parents.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'><o:p> </o:p></span></p></div></body></html>