So it was a bit of a surprise the other day when he woke up in one of 'those' moods. He pouted about the selection of breakfast cereal. He was disgruntled at performing his usual chores. He whined about his school assignments.
We tangled. Quite a bit. Unusual for our mother-son relationship.
I finally sat down on the couch, a bit fatigued from this unusual exchange with him. He came and plopped down next to me.
After a pause, he spoke.
"Wow," he intoned in his raspy, Elmer Fudd voice. "I'm grumpy today."