From the second he regained consciousness this morning, The Boy has been a Big Grump. Much wailing, much rudeness, much complaining. Everything is high pitch, high volume, and just plain wrong. Efforts at patience are pretty much useless.
It's not a nice way to start the day.
I can't help but think that this is what I have to look forward to when he's fourteen and a belligerent teenager.
Whee.
1 comment:
On behalf of teenagers (I have 200). They are most definitely not all belligerent grumps. He may be getting it out of his system early. ;)
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