A Whirlwind of Fury

Yesterday, Brady had one of those days. He was irritable, moody, grumpy, sleepy and all those other dwarfs. He fought with his brothers, got into things, took things apart, did things without asking, and generally disobeyed.

We’d gone through all our normal disciplinary paths and were going a second round when my Mom called. I talked to her for a bit and then the boys wanted a turn. She’d already heard about Brady’s behavior from me, but Andy filled her in again:

“Brady’s not being very nice. He hit us and spit on Connor. We don’t like that.”

So, when it was Brady’s turn to talk to Nana, she tried to encourage him a bit.

“Can you be good for Mommy?”

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His whiny voice responded, “Everyone says I’m being a tornado.”

No one had said that, but it just about summed him up yesterday. I’m happy to report the outlook around here has cleared up a bit today. ;)

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