The Banshee

Lately, Troy has been screeching like a banshee when he doesn’t get his way or like what you have to say. It’s shrill, it’s high, and it’s obnoxious. I’m not sure where he learned it or why he thinks that’s effective, but it’s not. It makes us want to acquiesce to his demands even less. Sometimes he’ll start doing it, and if you try to talk to him or get him to stop, he’ll start doing it with every word you say. And if you’re unlucky enough to be too close, he’ll slap you as well for good measure. I’m really loving this age…time period…whatever.