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It was a Sunday morning. Usually we’d be headed to church, but we decided to take the morning off. Our daughter crawled into our bed and hugged me. “I love you daddy,” she quietly whispered in my ear. Those words were just what I needed to hear. I fumbled out of bed and reached for my glasses. My mother-in-law had breakfast ready. I could smell the eggs and bacon. I sleepily stumbled up the stairs. “Stop looking at me!,” he sharply exclaimed. Yep, our son was in one of his moods. “You’re so weird,” he continued as he nestled up to his Nana. Usually, I could handle it. I had concluded that ignoring the comments was the only reasonable option. Any response was fire on fire. Sometimes the ignoring would go on for hours or days. I had developed an iron gut. Eventually he’d stop - only to find another button to push. It was exhausting and today, I especially didn’t want to deal with it. I love our son dearly, but he can be a handful at times. ADHD has its challenges - but add to that opposi