The boy and I did. You know, the dangerous kid of mine. I finally had to get down to the bottom of things. I mean, am I raising a serial killer? A sociopath? What is going on and why is he telling his “girlfriend” he’s dangerous.

I harped on him for quite awhile about this because quite frankly it’s hysterical. He’d wake up in the mornings and I would say “Morning Dangerous” and get a grunt back and a nasty look. All the while, I was laughing.

He really is a sweet boy no matter the claim of being “dangerous” or not. He wakes up his little sister, “Good morning cutie patutie sister”. He’s told Brodie that he will protect her all the time from mean boys. He’s sweet.

How Can That Be Dangerous?

Suffice it to say, after our talk, he’s not dangerous like I need to go out an hire a motorcycle accident lawyer because he’s practicing to be Evel Knievel or anything. Nope the answer to our question has been answered quite simply: He’s a werewolf.

That explains it all.

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