
Tonight Sandy was having a total melt down flip out in bed. At bedtime. When he was supposed to be asleep. It was a serious major meltdown that included screaming and kicking and death screams.
I was just done with it. Sandy has been experimenting with all sorts of different "behaviors" lately and by bedtime I'm all worn out.
What happened? Well first I told him he wouldn't be having a sleepover with one of his little girl friends at school. That was so mean. Then later on he had an "injury" on his finger and "needed" a bandaid. Against my better judgement I stepped into his bathroom and grabbed him a bandage. His box of Star Wars bandaids was empty and so I grabbed something else. I had a feeling of inpending doom when I saw the empty box......and rightly so. When he realized that minions from Despicable Me were surrounding his finger rather than Yoda or Luke, he lost it. Truly lost his mind.
I left. I was done like I said earlier. I went and found Dad and told him it was his turn for some of the fun.
While I was finding Kris though, Max snuck into the room. He was sure he knew what to do in order to fix the problem. I saw him darting around the house, finding things and doing things. I didn't think he could fix anything, figured he could only make things worse, but I was wrong. He fixed it. He made Sandy a Star Wars bandaid. See the above photo. It's complete with a little bandage cushion made with a tissue.
When it was wrapped around Sandy's finger Kris said that Sandy looked at it and with a shuddery breath said, "It's SO CUTE!!"
When I went in to give the crazy guy one last kiss, he told me "I'm so proud of my brother!"
Even though these guys fight a lot, they are great brothers. And Max's drawings are SO CUTE. Good job Max, saving the day. I can always use the help!



























































