He's 4. NOT 14. Today I went to my parent's house to pick J. up after a night of being spoiled. A. opted to stay here at the house with me - and I was glad because I needed to catch up on fairy kisses and finish up potty training. When I rolled up in their driveway, (expecting jumps of joy as he ran to greet me with much glee...) all I saw was a body running the other direction and my little friend screaming, "But I wanted to stay for SEVERAL YEARS! WAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
How on earth does this reach the balance: If your TODDLER acts as though you are wretched, what can you expect in their teens?
I am verklemmt!
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i'm dreading those days! for now i will enjoy my simple "i love you, momma's". i should record them to play back to him when those days come.
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