So far we& #39;re on minute 17 of 7& #39;s tantrum after I told him to scrub his fingernails as they were filthy.

Apparently it& #39;s impossible to clean them, and even if he could it won& #39;t make any difference.
Now he hates me. Screamed at the top of his lungs from the top of the stairs.
Apparently our nail scrubber is broken.
"Why don& #39;t you do it yourself?!"

Because my nails aren& #39;t dirty. Though that answer didn& #39;t appease him.

The screaming continues.
He& #39;s given it a try now. Somehow each finger nail is half clean, though also half filled with dirt still.

He claims not to be able to see the dirt.
Shit.

It& #39;s gone silent upstairs.

Part of me is relieved, part of me is wondering if he& #39;s dead.

Until I observe him, both are possible.

Observing him will no doubt alter the state, however, and I& #39;m enjoying the break in screaming.
He& #39;s back.

He hates me. HATES ME. It doesn& #39;t even matter about his nails, it doesn& #39;t even matter if he gets sick as I don& #39;t care about him, all I care about is his nails.

Ranging between tears, screaming and anger rage.
He& #39;s told me he& #39;s not going to stop screaming until I stop caring about his nails.
I mean, this is incredible. He& #39;s come down from the bathroom and somehow his nails are dirtier than when he started.

I don& #39;t know how he& #39;s managed that.

I& #39;m amazed.
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