I yelled at Henry again.
I yelled him for him to stop as he was driving a bulldozer on the car and scratching the paint. I yelled loudly.
Henry began to cry and asked me not to yell at him.
I was surprised that he understood to say that. But, I was proud that he took a stand and defended himself. Not to mention, impressed by his use of language.
I was extremely disappointed in myself.
I yelled at him last weekend too when he took a paintbrush out of the bucket and began to paint on the bricks. I was able to wash the paint off for the most part.
I need to keep my temper under control at all times. There is no excuse for yelling.