This week I was visiting on the phone with my youngest brother. My poor nephew, Sammy, had just come home from the hospital with four stitches on his elbow. There had been a very tough game of kickball on the playground! I asked how he was otherwise, how the school year was going. My brother, Scott, told me that it had been a rough start to first grade but things were going well now. After we said our goodbyes, I began thinking about my trip out to see the family a couple of years ago. I had been surprised that many interactions with Sammy had caused flashbacks to when Scott was little. I'm thirteen years older that my youngest brother and I was very active his upbringing. As a little guy, my brother often had temper tantrum when things didn't go his way and during my visit, I saw this happening with our little Sammy. At one point I said, "Sammy, you just need to tell us what you want, we will do anything to make you happy." It was like a kick in the seat of the pan
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