Saturday, August 22, 2015

Three Going on Thirty

X has been going through this annoying "do everything myself!" phase that ends with a lot of arguments. There are only so many times I can watch him try and wrench the door open before I force his hand, at which point he throws himself on the ground screaming. He knows exactly how he wants every day to go, and if it doesn't go his way, we get a typhoon.

So when his daycare auntie told me that X helped gently coax a timid boy into the splash park, my heart sang a little. Our son, with his 7am screaming fits, may be the bane of our building. But he's a good kid at heart. All else shall pass.

X cavorts at the MARFORPAC band concert

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