Poor Charles, I forgot to mention that other trauma he suffered yesterday. It’s the kind of trauma that can scar for life, almost the physical embodiment of Charles’ deepest fears. He missed the school bus. Oh, the horror, the horror…
Charles naturally blamed Mom, instead of his own system crash when he couldn’t find a pair of socks in his drawer. He also spent 10-15 minutes in the bathroom without managing to do his morning toiletries, which was the proximate cause of his failure to make his transportation rendezvous. He spent most of the time before Mom took him off alternately crying and blaming Mom for making him miss the bus through not sufficiently specific to be disproved mechanisms.
Still, Charles was better today about getting ready in the morning.