My mood: frustrated with the lack of cooperation in getting Garrett to pick up his toys. My voice has been raised multiple times, and while a few toys have made their way to the appropriate places, everything is not picked up.
Garrett comes to me, lays his head on my shoulder and says "I your best friend."
My mood: Suddenly lighter and more forgiving.
The Scene: Still as toy covered as before.
1 comment:
Oh man does he know how to spread the butter :o) that was very sweet and yes I would have totally not cared about the toys on the floor too.
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