Extra Marital
As I was eating some oatmeal, there was some noise from the door.
Max walked into the house with his little backpack, looking impatient. He came up to me reluctantly and held out his hand. “Where’s my birthday present?”
I looked up from the comedy show I was watching. “Oh, sorry. I forgot to buy any.”
Max was furious. “I knew it, you don’t care about me at all! You’re a failure as a mother. You’re nothing compared to Aunt Pearl!”
His mood changes on a dime, just like his father's.