I went on yelling at the top of my voice. Why do I always do that? I can’t even remember why I started screaming to begin with. My son stood there baffled and thoughtful. Maybe this time he will ‘get it’. He gazed at me intently. His little hand touched my forehead. “Mommy, your temperature is rising. Now your BP will shoot. I remember what you are going to say next. You always say the same things when you are angry. Here, if you want, I will even beat myself. Just calm down or you will make yourself sick. ” God! I felt stupid and proud at the same time.