On this lovely trip he decided to melt down. Per usual some irritating old woman decides she will step in to help calm down this psychotic child. "Oh honey what is the matter?" "Are you the big brother?" are just a few of the unhelpful things she asks my dear son who is now laying in the shopping cart trying to kick his sister in the head. His response to this old lady, "my mother HATES ME."
Now this is comfortable for everyone isn't it. To bad that at that moment I think I did hate him and did not have it in me to play perfect mother with this meddling old banshee. I just walked away without a response as she mumbled about how sweet my little monsters are. All this leads me to the following, I do love this kid. Even with his new mood swings, bad morning breath, and love of anything having to do with the word diarrhea. We both have a lot of growing up to do, me and this boy!
SPRING HAS FINALLY MADE IT'S WAY TO NEW HAMPSHIRE!!!
The moon last night. Beautiful.