Sometimes the children nail it without meaning it. Boy Two has an issue with his temper. He really struggles to control it actually, to be honest, we’re all struggling with it. He’s like the little girl who had a little curl only without the being a girl bit. So when Boy One was talking about his brother’s mood he talked about “terror tantrums”, I didn’t correct him – he was right.
Now it seems the answer is food and a dry nappy. The amount of milk Boy Three is needing to get him through the night is far greater than the capacity of anything as ordinary as a nappy.
And just when you think they can’t get any more beastly, you fill your lungs to bellow at the battling brothers. But there’s no response. They are sitting on the floor, heads together, ignoring the telly and working on a jigsaw.