Son#3 sounds like Marlon Brando.
Son#2 is deaf, ears blocked?
I'm imagining waxy build-ups of at least 1 meter in length.
I stopped giving him asthma medication as it's turning him into Beelzebub, which is contrary to his nature.
Son#1 cries-rants over every tiny thing and disagreement.
Hormones?
Illness?
School?
His strange teacher sends me updates of his lack-of-calculations in maths class (he got the answers right, so what's the problem?).
He even had to stay after school to write down the calculations.
I have a meeting with my boss and the poorsennel (haha, get it?) guy to talk terms of my exit in the morning.
We shall see.
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