Hard Knock Life

This evening, Boo's toys were scattered all over the living room. He HATES picking up after himself, and usually works himself into a frenzy of tears when I ask him to clean up. It's not uncommon for him to spend 20 minutes fussing over a job that would take a couple minutes to complete.Tonight was no exception, and we had the usual crying and protests of "I'm just so, so tired Mommy!" and "It's too much for me to do!" Eventually, he gave in. As he was slowly putting away his action figures, he turned to me, still sobbing, and said very dramatically "I just don't understand how two such sweet parents can make me do such hard things!"

Thanks my love, I'll take that as a compliment.