O.k. I could have been a little less of a bitch, but he is almost 10, play practise has been going on over a month and let me reiterate he is not the lead. He is an Oompa Lumpa. He sits at the side of the stage 90% of the time. You would think the boy could find some time to scarf down some cheese puffs and a juice box.
Yes he has a cold and isn't feeling the greatest, but this new meaner side of him reared it's ugly head months ago. Not right after surgery, a little before and then in full force right after things seemed to get back to "normal". We separated the boys into their own rooms because of it. As a matter of fact he seemed to go from taking it out on his little brother to taking it out on me.
Then last night. I had dinner ready and waiting - his favorite by the way. Homemade chicken noodle soup. I made him a cup of tea. I sat down and ate with him we talked about the starvation - play practise, his day, etc. I told him he should get his homework done and then suggested "remember how good that hot shower felt the other night when you first got congested? It would feel super good tonight. Then jump in your PJ's and snuggle up in bed." How dare I!
He spilled his tea all over the table and his school binder. We cleaned it up. Note - WE cleaned it up together. Then I said if you are finished with your homework you should head up for a shower.