Little Z is a sweet mild child. He's fun and helpful and loves to clean up. His mood is happy and playful and he gives hugs and kisses and cuddles almost all day.
Sometimes though, I feel like he totally transforms. It's as if he's possessed. When he's not happy, he's the loudest child I've ever heard. He will scream and kick and yell at me to go away. Nothing will console him. No talking, holding or enticements. I just have to make sure he's safe and give him space and then pray.
Makes sense I guess that my mildest child would throw the most fierce of tantrums. He can go from angel to monster in seconds flat.
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