He's nearly five. Everything he does seems calculated to irritate me. He has just squirted his inhaler in his brother's face, he keeps taking the cushions off the sofa (which I don't allow purely because it kicks up dust), he cut his brother's curls off at 6am this morning, dished out icepoles and had themselves a little tea party, nags constantly for junk food (he has pick of the fruit bowl and bread) and I swear, this week is the worst week I have ever had with him. he has been moody and gobby and foul. And so have I, sometimes, because I'm not handling the constant naughtiness very well!