Half past eight, and B is still not in bed. In fact, B has locked us in the bathroom. I say locked but there isn't actually a lock on the door. However, it's jammed shut and B can't open it. I can open it, but B screams if I try to touch the handle and I don't want him to go to bed in a tantrum. So he just fruitlessly tugs away at the door himself, while I patiently sit it out, waiting for him to succeed (and go flying backwards into the bath). Now he's irate, so I just open the bloody thing. Yup, thought so: a tantrum.