Brady was a handful today. Very needy. Very whiny. Lots of complaining. Tantrums. Arguments. Kind of like a 2 year old little girl. Not kidding.
We'd had enough.
By the time dinner was ready - he was on about the 8th time of being sent to his room. We called him out for dinner and he said - hold on I'm writing something.
And this is what he presented to us at dinner.
You can't help but feel bad for him. The only boy and the oldest. It's like 2 strikes against him!
This one's a keeper.