Don't feed the troll!

This is what Bob and I whisper to each other when H is doing his impression of a stroppy teen. The 'troll' is H's black mood. Some days he wakes in a black mood and EVERYTHING is wrong. Heaven alone knows what's up with him...probably his hormones. If in doubt blame hormones..that's what my GP friend says ;-)

So today H has mostly been baiting me and I have mostly been taking that bait and feeding it back to H's troll...GAH! Parenting is so damn difficult sometimes.

Still, we managed a reasonably successful family bike ride. The dog ran with the bikes and thoroughly enjoyed himself and didn't manage to land any of us in hospital. H threw a couple of wobblies but we threatened to leave him to fend for himself in the forest for a week. Something in my tone must have made him think I meant it because he was quiet after that!

This is him...looking black and brooding. Goodness know what he'll be like as a teen. Still I'm sure I'll have left home way before then so it won't bother me at all ;-)

Edit: I've just realised I'm at 400 images...go me :-)