Pajamas picked out = Struggle but it happened.
Brush teeth = Struggle but it happened.
Lied down to read = Would not stay still, would not listen. We leave he freaks. He starts throwing things about the room, punching the wall/door. We go back in, he begs me to read, grabs on to my leg. I shake him off my leg and he thumps his head. Wails as if a donkey kicked him in the asshole. I leave the room and shut the door.
Now I get to sit and question whether I’m too strict, a softie or if my son is slowly dying of brain damage. Have to say it was better than last night at least.