I woke up Quinn Saturday morning at 11:30, then called him again every five minutes until about noon. I needed his help with something outside. Finally, finally, he emerged from his room and came outside and began shouting about how rude it was to wake up a growing teenager and how unprepared I was to have not scheduled this favor with him the day before.
Mr. Rellim and I loaded him and his big mouth into the car and ran the errand. Then Quinn was escorted around the neighborhood by his father to make a personal apology to each person he frightened with his rude and disrespectful outburst toward his mother. I love that man I married.
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