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Little Guy and His Bad Mood

Little Guy was having the best dream. He and Sunshine were chasing squirrels and he was just about to get one. Then he heard Gran's voice.

"Little Guy," she called. "Time to wake up. You need to go to bed."

Little Guy kicked her away with his foot and tried to recapture his dream.

"Little Guy get up," Gran insisted.

Little Guy growled.

"I can't believe you growled at me," she said.

Little Guy opened one eye and growled again.

He heard a door open and Mama's footsteps on the stairs. That wasn't a good sign.

Mama knelt down beside him. Little Guy turned over so she could scratch his stomach.

"It's time to go to bed, Little Guy," Mama said softly.

"Don't want to," he responded.

"But you have to," she said. "Come on. Let's go."

Little Guy got up and followed Sunshine outside. They both went potty. Then they went back inside and climbed into bed. Mama kissed her babies goodnight, then turned out the light and tiptoed out of the room.

Except Little Guy couldn't go back to sleep. He tossed and turned. He heard the ducks. He heard the cows. He heard the birds. He imagined all kinds of things. But he just couldn't go back to sleep. Finally, he drifted off to sleep about dawn.

That morning would be the morning Grandaddy decided to get up early. He's almost always the first one up but he was especially early that morning. Little Guy heard him banging around in the kitchen. He smelled the coffee. Pretty soon Grandaddy presented Little Guy and Sunshine with their breakfast. Little Guy didn't want breakfast. He wanted sleep!

"Time to eat, Little Guy," Grandaddy said.

Little Guy glared at Grandaddy's back as he went back to the kitchen.

A little while later, Grandaddy came back.

"You haven't eaten, Little Guy," he said. "You need to get up and eat."

Little Guy growled.

"Did you growl at me," Grandaddy said sternly. "I should give you a good spanking!"

Little Guy struggled to keep the tears from falling.

Grandaddy shook his head in disgust and went to the family room to watch the news.

Little Guy started crying. He sobbed and sobbed. Sunshine got a tissue and wiped his eyes. She wrapped an arm around her baby brother and tried to comfort him. Nothing worked.

Finally, Mama came to check on him. She lifted Little Guy into her arms and held him close. Then she sat down with Little Guy in her lap and wiped his eyes.

"Little Guy, did you growl at Grandaddy," she asked.

He nodded.

"Like you growled at Gran last night?"

Little Guy nodded again.

"It's not nice to growl at Gran and Grandaddy," Mama told him.

"But Gran woke me up. I was sleeping so good. Then I couldn't sleep. And Grandaddy got me up really early," Little Guy whined.

"Sounds like you're pretty tired," Mama said.

"Uh-huh," Little Guy said. Mama understood.

"Well, you know that Gran woke you up so you could go potty and then go sleep in your own bed," she said. "You know what happens when you don't go potty before bedtime."

Little Guy didn't want to think about that.

"And Grandaddy was only concerned because you normally eat all your breakfast right away. He was worried that you were sick."

"But I wasn't," Little Guy insisted.

"He didn't know that," Mama said. "Gran and Grandaddy love you and Sunshine so much. It's not nice to growl and take your bad mood out on them."

Little Guy thought he might cry some more.

Mama stood up with Little Guy in her arms. "Now lets go apologize to Gran and Grandaddy. You give them a big kiss. Then you can take a nap on Mama's bed."

Little Guy nodded. Maybe a nap would make his bad mood go away.
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