An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Believe me, he wasn't smiling two seconds ago...

in fact, he was having a major meltdown. It was early in the evening, he was tired, he was hungry, and dinner was still fifteen minutes from being ready.

So, he planted himself at the table to wait...he was that hungry.

And the meltdown continued.

When I took out the camera to take a picture of all that five-year-old-end-of-the-day drama, he started laughing and couldn't stop.

Crying, laughing, crying, laughing, crying...tonight, early to bed.

Definitely.

5 comments:

GrandmaK said...

You must have offered the comic relief he needed. God bless you both! Have a grand day! Cathy

Ellen Stewart (aka Ellie/El) said...

Wound up--eh?

It probably felt good to laugh, but then, how to stop? Sleep. Blessed relief.

May today be better!

Tiziana said...

Caro il tuo bambino, che rida o che pianga è sempre un angioletto meraviglioso.

:o) mg said...

Getting back to the school routine is hard stuff.

Christopher K. said...

I guess we are all the same, right? Really Thomas was the same.
-your nephew