The evil twin is here, but Max is nowhere to be found. My previous Max, who threw fits a couple times a week has spent so much time screaming this morning that by the time we left for school (7am) his voice was already scratchy and hoarse. Not that it stopped him from continuing to scream.
He is a little happier now, we are home and the TV is on… Bella Dancerella is playing while he flies Buzz Lightyear off the ballet barre. Whatever works at this point!
Update: He also spent some very happy minutes emptying Tessa’s dresser and taking all the drawers out.