Max was upstairs one morning when he called down to me in an innocent, sweet voice, "Mom, do I have school today?"
"Yes, you do," I said, assuming he would be excited.
But then a rage-filled scream blasted down the stairs, "But I'm still TIRED!"
Then I listened as he stomped into the bathroom, peed, punched and kicked JayJay (who was in there brushing his teeth), stomped back to his room, slammed the door, and went back to bed.
Poor kid has inherited my...distaste...for mornings.
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