I told you about my chill child last week, and he is pretty chill most of the time. Except when he’s not. Like those days I pick him up from school and he’s got a scowl on his face and the conversation goes something like this:
“Hey sweetheart, how was your da – “
“WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO ASK SO MANY QUESTIONS?”
I swear there was some planet in retrograde for our entire household last week. The same morning started off with the other child slamming doors and books and throwing shoes around on his way downstairs.
“Mom, will you please, just —WHY ARE WE ALWAYS LATE?”
I happened to be waiting, keys in hand, to drive him to school. So I had no answer. At least not one that wasn’t going to get me yelled at. (more…)