D-boy had a screaming jag last night, only settling down at the stroke of 6:00. His sister needed to go to the dentist because she split one of her teeth at daycare (she needs either a root canal and a stainless steel cap or an extraction). I brought D-boy, now operating at hyper-maximum mode to campus for a make-up test for two students. One showed up about five minutes late but was holding a baby so I'm sympathetic. The other still isn't here and this is the second time he's stood me up.
And he needs this class to graduate. Cue sinister music.