Dear Dominic:
There’s nothing that brings people closer than a road trip. I’m glad we had this weekend together, though it did not start off well. You seem to have three moods: angry, goofy and asleep.
The first was fully on display on the way down to Savannah so you could finally (FINALLY) get your braces off. If I hadn’t grabbed your phone, rolled down the window, and threatened to throw it out, I’m sure you would have stayed in attitude mode the whole damn weekend.
I think you are angry so much because you need more sleep. Your prefrontal cortex isn’t developed yet, so you haven’t figured out why a regular bedtime is a good thing. Let me show you some pictures that illustrate just how freakin’ tired you are.
And because you are tired, you have no energy and move slower than a snail.
Here I am, waiting 30 minutes for you to be ready to leave Tammy’s house for the orthodontist.
Maybe it was the excitement of getting your braces off, but suddenly your funny side emerged. I tried to take a “before” picture of you. You didn’t like this one, saying you looked challenged. (Not your word. Yours was a non-PC one that I’ve asked you repeatedly not to use.)
You didn’t like this one either, saying you looked like you had witnessed a murder but were trying to pretend like you hadn’t.
But these two photos passed muster. You look great with your new smile.
Maybe that’s why you tolerated my happy hour with Bingo/Goat Yoga Lisa so well.
At any rate, it was a turning point that lasted the rest of the weekend. I came home early from Ladies Night Out because I had fallen and hit my head. You actually showed concern:
And you even wanted to take a nice photo with me yesterday.
So what do I have to do to get you to be like this all the time?
What’s the secret?
For the love of God, please tell me. I’ll be straight: Angry Dominic might find himself shipped off to boarding school.
Don’t try me.
Love you!
Mama
Observe and report 
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