Brendan is, thankfully, a good kid. He has his moments, but they pass quickly. Today, however, he just could not get a handle on his emotions. The day started with him crying in his sleep and went downhill from there. He whined about breakfast (cereal) so much, that I had no choice but to make his breakfast of choice ("crema" - cream of wheat made with milk, sugar and cinnamon). Then he didn't want to get dressed. That was followed by an all-out temper tantrum because he wanted to bring in a box that was delivered in the morning, but we didn't let him (the box was twice his size and very heavy). Every meal was objectionable to him; all he wanted to eat was pound cake.
After his 1,713th request for cake was answered with a resounding "no," he furrowed his unibrow at me, stomped his little feet and proclaimed, "today was a bad day." Really? I never would've noticed ...
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