The real tantrums happen less often now. But as he gets older it's getting harder to talk to him about them. Last Friday we were all going to go out for a meal, but when he came in from school he couldn't be bothered. He went out and we didn't see him till Saturday. Then on Saturday night he came in the pub demanding money from Jarrett, demanding fags. I told him he couldn't so he got the hump and went off again. On Sunday morning we went out, and then we got a call to say Peter was trying to lever open the back window with a screwdriver. When we got home he just swore at us for not being there and went upstairs. That was the last that was said about it.
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