My son is part banshee.
This picture does not do justice to the day it has been. That is the expression that was on Keith's face for just about all of the day. During church I was ready to sell him to the circus, or give him to the next childless lady who gave me that look. You know the look, the "can't you control your kid?" look.
It all started as soon as we got there. I completely missed my class since I had to take Keith to nursery. Five minutes into his class he asked if he could go home to bed. I knew that meant things would not be easy, I only had no idea they would be as bad as they were. After twenty minutes though, I was able to escape to Sunday School.
During sacrament meeting the demon within came out. We ended up on the metal chairs in the back of the chapel. During the sacrament he threw a metal book onto the chair and screamed at the top of his lungs "Wanna go to Grandma's!" And then commenced screaming. His Banshee relations would have been proud. He continued to scream for the whole rest of the meeting. Jeffrey sat with him in an empty classroom trying to calm him down, but he would not be calmed.
We have nine o'clock church. That was just a taste for how the rest of the day would go.