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An Epic Meltdown

Ezra had a major coming apart this evening, probably the product of too many long days and late nights. He hit. He kicked. He yelled over our family Bible story.

I reminded him of Ephesians 6:1 where children are instructed to obey their parents.

That went over like a lead balloon.

After two trips to the bathroom to arm wrestle a toothbrush into his mouth, a potty break and two Kleenexes, the house is finally quiet. Except for the dog, who is snoring.

I will save my meltdown for another day, when I have a bigger crowd to feel sorry for me.

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