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Posted May 11th, 2008 by OliversGrandma

I just can't believe it sometimes.  I go to my grandson's house.  He is 7.  He seems happy to see me.  He reaches out for my hand and holds it.  Then he hits me in the face with his other hand and laughs.  I take him to his room.  He gets down on the floor and starts kicking at me.  I manage to pick him up and put him in his room.  I hold the door shut so he can't get out.  He is very strong and it's hard for me to hold on to the door knob.  After a while, he seems to calm down and I let him out.  Before I know it, he's at it again!  WHile he's trying to kick me or bite me or pinch me, he's laughing hysterically.  It all seems like a bad dream.  I don't know what to do anymore.  I feel like I'm in a mad house.   It's depressing.  Oliver has a sister who will be 10 in July.  She has to live with this.  I take her as much as I can but I can't help feeling that she's being damaged by having to live with a brother like this.  I worry about her.