Joey and Andy were in giggly moods. They wrestled and hugged all day long. Andy tried to pull off one of Joey's shoes, and ended up dragging Joey across the floor instead; they both thought this was hilarious. Laughter reigned.
After a walk around Wakefield (turkeyless, thank goodness), which just kind of went so-so, a key broke on Joey's computer while he was playing a game.
All hell broke loose.
Screaming, throwing things, throwing himself, refusing to go to his room to calm down, yelling at us to "kill me, please!" We had the talk about facing your mistakes. We talked about how the key coming off the computer wasn't entirely his fault, and that it was fixed (yay, JoeyAndyDad!), and nothing to be this upset about. It took him a good half-hour to calm down. We didn't want to over-react to the pleading, because he seems to know these words get swift and dramatic reaction. We don't want to completely ignore it, either.
But what a difference a day makes. And this morning? Got up and bounced off to school.
I hope he had a good day.