and he wonders why I hate talking to him. He has tantrum after tantrum, mood swing after mood swing. His yelling no longer brings me to my knees. Instead of cowering with fear, I stare wide-eyed into his gaping mouth filled with cavities. I think to myself how nice it'll feel to smash a glass right in front of his red face and see his stunned face. I secretly giggle to myself at how silly he looks.