Earlier this week, there was a thirty minute period where it seemed my oldest child was a bit possessed. There was crying, there was screaming, there was growling (oh...I'm so not kidding), there might have even been a short time where banging on a door and kicking a metal air vent were involved.
And if I remember correctly, the whole thing started when Ryan and I refused him a bite of a donut before he ate his lunch. Poor kid. He's got such awful parents.