Nathaniel doesn’t take to time changes, since he’s an early riser who struggles to get to sleep if it’s still light outside (yeah, summer with him is fun). So I wasn’t surprised that he showed a fraying temper this evening, but Sydney and I were both dismayed that he seemed determined to fight us all the way down.
As I insisted Nathaniel clean up and get to bed, he turned on me with all the sauciness at his disposal. He used the word “ruddy” twice, and not to describe rosy cheeks. Clearly his Harry Potter reading is giving him some new epithets. It was all I could do not to laugh. We have a little British rebel, right in the middle of Kentucky!