This is Krystar.  He is eleven years old.  He has a problem marking the house in inappropriate places. When I tell him not to, he says,

“I understand this concept, but sometimes I am in an altered state, and I don’t think about the problem of it until my mom is cursing to herself, and then I understand the problem.”

He later goes on to say, “I wonder if we could have a happy day surprise where my mom and I go outside, and we play with leaves on sticks…Sometimes I think that I am the best male figure my mom has in her life.”