Boo was being a little shit.
Not Autism can’t control impulses due to sensory over-stimulation, more fucking little shitness.
MPS made him an omelette to his specifications. However it was not in a timeframe that Boo felt was acceptable. The time frame being AFTER we had finished dinner, of something he was quite welcome to partake, but chose out of comfort or stubbornness to have his requisite omelette.
Dude loves him some omelette.
So the omelette was made and then subsequently thrown in the bin in a fit of defiance.
Then removed from the bin and thrown at the chair.
And then he touched the TV.
Woah Nelly, NO ONE touches the new bigscreen while Mummy is watching Masterchef.
So Sir ShittyLiver was sent to his room.
When he was allowed out he was full of piss and vinegar and then sent himself back to his room (cause no one tells Boo what to do, even if it means he has to punish himself to assert his will) via Too’s.
He hoisted himself up on her loft bed and heaved a sigh.
‘My parents are annoying me!’
He is becoming a Damn Emo.
I am so proud.