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:
You must have offered the comic relief he needed. God bless you both! Have a grand day! Cathy
Wound up--eh?
It probably felt good to laugh, but then, how to stop? Sleep. Blessed relief.
May today be better!
Caro il tuo bambino, che rida o che pianga è sempre un angioletto meraviglioso.
Getting back to the school routine is hard stuff.
I guess we are all the same, right? Really Thomas was the same.
-your nephew
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