Youngest Son is much better today. So well that he is p-i-s-s-e-d at me. My sin? I didn't stop Oldest Son from eating his left over food from last night. That, my friends, in the world of Youngest Son ranks right up there next to murder.
How the slamming of cabinet doors and stomping of feet up and down the stairs punishes me, I'm not quite sure but YS is giving it his all.
Oh well, just file it under the category of My Bad.
*****
30 minutes later: He's eaten and now we're friends again. All is right with the world. /sarcasm