Yesterday Matthew had a bit of a meltdown because I brought him a small orange crush in a can instead of a bottle. He was so angry. He kept telling me (loudly) how angry and disappointed he was with me, and he didn’t want to talk to me. He was tired. After a short nap he was okay. Then in the evening he called me and cried and apologized and was so sorry. Poor dear boy. His emotions just toss him here and there. I reassured him that we were okay, and that I love him. Then he settled down and stopped crying.