When John is cranky at school one of his teachers calls him a Grumpster Dumpster. Today John was a Grumpster Dumpster. He was practically in tears when I told him he couldn’t have milk with dinner. I told him that he could have soda instead of milk. Any other kid would be ecstatic to hear they could have soda with dinner. No. Not John. “But I want milk!” I explained to him that if they had milk with dinner we would not be able to have milk with breakfast. “But I don’t want milk with breakfast.” He always has to argue. Finally we got him to go and get a can of soda. Then it got worse. Daddy told him that he needed to share with Gillian. John stomped his foot and burst into tears. I sent him to timeout. He was there for an extra minute because he stomped on his way to timeout. He came back to the table. And once again was in tears. Daddy teased him and only put 3 noodles into his bowl. That’s all it took. Normally John wouldn’t put up with Daddy’s jokes but not tonight. Such a Grumpster Dumpster.