Mad

So we come home from work and of course the first thing Nate wanted to do was play the Wii. I set him up, gave Gray a nebulizer treatment, then fed Gray dinner. While Gray was eating I took a moment to peruse the internet. I heard two objects hit the tile next to the office.

I asked Nate what that was and he said "I was just mad."

I'm tired of the fits, so I immediately took the Wii away. He said "I wasn't mad at the Wii. I was mad at my brain. It wouldn't do what I wanted it to."

I guess by his logic I should have taken his brain away.