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Wednesday, May. 09, 2012
8:31 a.m.
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Temper tantrums, and "speaking of temper tantrums," he says, "I should clean up my room."

"What did you do?" I ask, but I already know, and behind him I can see the clothes and dresser drawers strewn about. This is fifteen minutes after I've stormed off, and three minutes after I've walked back in.

Before he can try to explain I tell him I know, and that I love him too.

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