Boo grew a metric fucktonne overnight and is now taller than his father.
I need to knock before entering his room.
His voice is starting to change.
He had a temper tantrum (which is vastly different to a meltdown which is due to Autism and sensory overload and all that comes with the ‘blessing’ of Autism. Whereas a temper tantrum is just him being a butthead and he should just do what he is damn well told I don’t care if he is taller than me now I am still the motherfucking BOSS) cause I wouldn’t let him have a fan running in his room in the MIDDLE OF WINTER while he is wrapped like a fucking burrito in a doona cause he is cold BECAUSE HE HAS A FREAKING FAN RUNNING IN THE MIDDLE OF WINTER and he slammed open his door and put a hole in the wall.
Which he fixed by pulling apart his pillow and stuffing the hole.
And food. OMG.