That's difficult child 2 lately and I'm getting tired of having to supervise his every move. Last night he took a bath in my tub and decided to pour the entire contents of a bath oil bottle AND the entire contents of his dad's shampoo into the water. Then filled the bottles back up with water so we wouldn't notice. Uh, hello! Since when do you reek of lavender and why is that bath oil bottle at the bottom of the tub?! And why is my tube of sparkly body lotion open and half it's contents squirted out? Oh, you only used a little bit of it? Because you like the coconut lime smell? On top of the lavender? So he's been banished from ever using that bathroom unsupervised. Today, he decided to pour rootbeer through the icemaker chute in the door of our freezer because he wanted to make rootbeer icecubes. And in the process dribbled rootbeer all over the inside of the freezer, all over the floor, and filled the drip basin of the dispensing compartment to overflowing with rootbeer. After that, he made a concoction of rootbeer, diet cola and chocolate milk, leaving a sticky puddle of brown liquid on the tile counter, dribbling down the grout over the edge and onto the face of the dishwasher, to finally puddle on the floor below. And did he bother to even drink what he made? Nope. Of course, he left all this creative aftermath for me to discover while he was outside wandering around trying to figure out how to get out of helping husband do some yardwork while it was still light out. Needless to say, I called him back in and stood in the doorway instructing him on the proper use of a sponge and paper towels so that he could thoroughly clean up his mess. At least he didn't give me grief about cleaning up, and although I had to micro-manage him, he did an okay job for an 11yo. SO yeah, impulse control is still a problem. And he is still having explosive outbursts that seem to come out of the blue and he misinterprets or even seems to twist things that are said to him. husband needed his help to push some yard clippings/branches down into the trash can, and he wanted difficult child 2 to get inside the can and stomp on the stuff. difficult child 2 started screaming at me when I told him this "WHY ME?! WHY NOT (easy child)?!" And I said it's because he's bigger than she is and weighs more so it will go down further, to which he screamed "OH, SO YOU'RE SAYING I'M FAT, IS THAT IT?! THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE SAYING, YOU'RE CALLING ME FAT!!! WELL THAT'S JUST CRAP. YOU TELL ME I CAN'T SAY THAT TO A GIRL BECAUSE IT WILL HURT THEIR FEELINGS, WELL THE SAME GOES FOR ME!!!" Then when he finally went outside, he started screaming at easy child! She was way at the other end of the yard and he just stormed straight outside and started screaming furiously at her! It was like a crazy mad -- when he gets like this I don't know what to expect... he acts like he could really hurt someone. Very, very bizarre. husband calmly got him redirected somehow and within a minute or two, it was like nothing had happened and he was chattering away with husband as if he'd been happily helping out all day. I just don't get this.