Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Good Thing He is Cute

Last night was rough. R.O.U.G.H.  I don't know if it was first day after spring break or the pouring rain or voodoo, but my sweet children lost their ever loving minds. We had a serious heart to heart about a half an hour before bed, and they truly did turn it around, which is why they are still around this morning.

As I was tucking Evan into bed, he was rubbing my back while hugging me and being especially sweet:

"I'm sorry I was a punk, Mama."

"It's okay, buddy, I forgive you and tomorrow will be a better day, right?"

"Yep. And I forgive you for being so angry at me, too. You'll do better tomorrow, too."

What can you do but laugh?

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