Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Frailty, Thy Name is Toddler

Circumstances for meltdowns correspond with age. You touched my raisins. I will now crumble into weepy bits. You added more yogurt, which I was happily eating seconds ago, to my bowl. I must flail and burst into tears. Mama left the room. I shall wail. Mama returned and sat down at the table. Commence crying. You got too close to my face. There is nothing in the world that was ever so terrible as this. Oh, woe is me. I have been forsaken and will never be understood...


Cookie?


oh, ok.

1 comment:

susan said...

hope today is better!! just needs a little extra sleep maybe!! and that cookie! Be there soon Finn to see you so cheer up--playing ahead!!! Grammasue