You know those days when your child feels like a drunken Tasmanian Devil hyped up on a mountain of coke romping through the Rio Carnival while screaming his head off on a bullhorn?
Take courage! You’re not alone. They don’t last for ever.
The only problem is the next transformation from which our precious bumpkin emerges brings a grumpy troll munching on a bowl of angry chips.
I can’t wait!