It started with about 4 ounces of chocolate milk.  Middle Boy has a glass of milk each evening for his snack.  If it has been a good day he has chocolate milk. 

He wanted to go to bed early so he made his chocolate milk.  He set it down on the coffee table so he could grab the book he was reading.  During that time Younger Boy took it, took a drink of it, and hid it.  Not really a big deal.

Middle Boy told him he could just have it since he drank out of it and he would make himself more.  Still no big deal.

I asked Younger Boy to finish up what was now his milk and go to bed.  Simple enough request.

Holy smokes...not so much.  He did drink the milk and then stomped into the kitchen and threw the glass at the sink.  I asked him to pick it up and that is when the downward spiral started.  It went something like this...

1. Pick up milk glass and throw it on the floor and then scream a profanity.
2. Be asked to pick up glass from floor.
3. Pick up glass from floor and pick up book and throw it onto couch.
4. Pick up book from couch and throw body onto couch and pound head on wall.
5. Mom and Middle Boy watch in confusion.
6. Scream you hate your life.
7. Get up and go in bedroom and continue to pound head and fist against wall.
8. Come back into living room throw another book.
9. Go sit at kitchen table and keep screaming about how everyone hates you and how stupid you are and how no one has EVER wanted you to live with them.
10. Start crying until you are sobbing.
11. Scream/cry about how your meds are making you tired.
12. Scream/cry about how you are going in your room, but you hate this family and wish you lived somewhere else.
13. Cry/sob until you finally fall asleep.

It was a glass of chocolate milk.