Wrong Side of the Bed

Sam has had a couple of bad mornings. Yesterday I flushed the toilet for him. Apparently a big no-no. This morning, let's see, it could've been Jake got pancakes and he didn't, or that he got syrup on his 'webs' (between his fingers in Sam-speak), or that he wanted to wear dirty socks to school. Whatever it was, both yesterday and today we have left the house in tears (Sam, not me, but I've been close).

After we'd been on the road about five minutes today I turned down the radio and asked Sam to tell me what had happened that set him off. (I know that he isn't getting enough sleep but that is a different story ...). He paused for a second, sighed and said, "OK, let me tell you the truth."