I wrote this about my nephew after a parade we went to last summer.

He arrived with a heavy wooden stick.I think he wanted to carry it with him all day. I hid it. He had a nearly empty water bottle. He hit everyone with it. Especially his brother. I threw it away. He started a crying fit. It turned into a rage. He attacked me with his fists. He attacked me with his feet. He attacked me with his body. He bit me. He threw a stick at me. He broke a 6 foot branch off a tree and hit me with it. Part of the branch stabbed me in the hand. A clown gave him a piece of red ribbon. He tried to whip everyone with it.

James Ogle