"That does sound like a problem. But you know, dear, there are very few problems that can’t be solved"

Moishy Morris came home from school and flung his backpack onto the floor.

“Dat’s not what you do wiv your bag,” pointed out his little sister Miriam.

“I don’t care!” snapped Moishy, walking off.

Miriam stared after him in surprise. This was not the kind, helpful brother she knew. What was going on?

That night, Mommy also noticed Moishy was extremely grouchy.

“Sounds like you’ve had a rough day,” she said.

Moishy stamped his foot.

“I don’t like school! I wish I didn’t have to go.”

Mommy decided not to say anything just yet. She could see there was more coming.