easy child wants to go to extra help this morning, so I got him up a little earlier than usual because sometimes he just takes forever to get himself ready to go, plus I figured that if he got up a little early I could get him through almost all of his breakfast before difficult child came downstairs. Well, that last part didn't happen. Usually difficult child doesn't come down until about 7:10. This morning, I guess because he heard easy child and me going down, he came down before 7. This means I have to sit down in the kitchen with the two of them instead of doing other things around the house because I don't trust difficult child not to hurt easy child. While I was sitting there I decided to leaft through a cooking magazine that I bought. My friend is coming over tonight and I wanted to make a dessert out of it. difficult child chimes in with, "I want you to make those carmel bars that I like." Me: I'm not making those today. difficult child: But those are what I like! Me: I'm not making those today. easy child: difficult child, mom wants to make something out of that magazine. difficult child: Shut your f'ing a**hole mouth! No one asked you and I don't want you talking to me! Me: difficult child, you don't talk to him like that and he's allowed to speak. difficult child: Well, not to me he's not! Yeah, but he tells the therapist that he speaks to everyone here at home nicely and with respect and that I'm lying when I say he's doesn't. Good thing I tell the therapist that what really goes on!