My relatives are famous for their DELIGHTFUL SURPRISE visits. All of them.

This weekend my mother's side of the family decided to drop in uninvited. To be honest, I don't mind my aunt and uncle too much, they're the sanest ones in the family.

However their son. Little five year old lump of fat. Screams and screams and SCREAMS AND SCREAMS.

He's angry. He screams.
He's happy. He screams.
He's hungry. He screams.
He's fine. He screams.

It doesn't end.

Combined with the fact he's discovered he's just tall enough to reach the doorbell, NOISE. EVERYWHERE.

I don't excuse this because he is old enough to talk. He can say with words what he wants. However he chooses this route to get what he wants.

_{Abridged version of a twenty minute trial to talk to him}
Me: Hey, Jack. How are you?
Him: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Me: Okay. Do you want something to eat?
Him: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!
Me: Alright, I tried. *leaves room*
Him: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH HHHHHHH!!!!!!
Mammy: Welu! Get back in there!
Me:

There is nothing wrong with him. He is smart, he can talk, he knows how to politely ask for something if he wants it.
However only in his own home it seems.

Anywhere else, he must scream to get attention. Even when he is already getting attention or doesn't actually want anything.

Now excuse me while I shove all his Halloween treats down his throat.

~r: Loud child is loud.

_{~r used in honour of `AxD}

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