Tony, my son, has been a miserable boy today. This morning, he was up at 545 am and could only be placated with a bottle.
In the afternoon, Tony came to school and was very shy. He even did not want to walk for a while. But then, he found a key and tried to open every door he could find with it. Taking away the key from him and he would have a fit. When he has a fit, Tony will fall to the ground scaring the heck out of me because he likes to put his head back as far as he can.
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