Cheers to you for putting yourself in his shoes. I struggle with that myself. I'm usually like a pressure cooker. I go along doing pretty well, staying calm, redirecting her, reminding her to stay "just right". This can go on for several days, then I reach my tipping point, and "the last straw" happens, and I yell at her. Then, of course, I feel terrible. I taught her how to do push ups this morning in preparation for a melt down. When I told my husband about it, he liked it. It reminded him of his sister's discipline for her daughters. He said when they misbehaved she would send them to their room until they laughed out loud. Sometimes her oldest daughter would just mock her saying "ha, ha, ha". She would just reply, that's not very good laughing, you can do better than that. Eventually, they would start laughing and she would let them come out of their room. We've been married nearly 20 years, and he never told me about that. An interesting concept.