TJ is in his room, having a meltdown. One that any 5-year-old would be proud of.
I shut the door and tell him he can come out when he's done.
Julia says "I want to go in there and see TJ."
I think to myself, wow. I have raised such an empathetic little girl. She is so sweet. She's probably going to hug him.
I open his door. She walks in and says:
"TJ, be quiet. You are giving me a headache."