Monday, July 27, 2015
Not always easy
We had a hard day today. I got really upset with you when you refused to clean up your toys at the cafe. I'm sorry I didn't take a deep breath and figure out a creative and effective way to help you do something you didn't want to do. Instead I slapped your bottom, and I got mad when you laughed, and I made you cry when I told you we were going home and going to bed. I should have been better. I should have been calmer. I should have been more understanding, patient, kind, loving... I was tired and so were you. Tomorrow will be better, I promise.
Friday, July 3, 2015
Creepy things he says
"Who was that man?"
"What man?"
"That man going into Dada's room while he was sleeping?"
(Asked one morning as Dada slept in and we hung out in the kitchen).
"Who else is going to come in and look at me while I'm sleeping?"
"Um...Dada?"
"No, who else?"
"Nobody else, Buddy."
"What about the monsters?"
"Who was that singing a song in the bathroom after dinner when I wanted to go poop?"
"I don't know, was it Dada?"
"No, it was a critter, who was it?"
(Asked as I was leaving the bedroom after saying goodnight).
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