This rage is horrible, one of the worst. I watch as my son turns into a raging, spitting animal. Toys become weapons, pounding against my head and back as I force him to the ground and hold him there so he won't hurt himself . . . so he won't hurt me. His teeth sink into my arm, and my world becomes white heat, noise, and pain.And then it is over. My son returns, shaken and scared by what has happened. It is strangely quiet now, but for our ragged...