Contrary to Alex’s expression, we were not in fact headed for the Evil Playground of Doom. All I can figure is that in his spare time Alex visits playgrounds with half-made-up clowns and one-armed carnies and children who go to the top of the spiral slide but never. come. down. That’s the level of screaming and protest I listened to on our four-minute drive.
But he quickly changed his tune. At this moment, I was the Best Mama In The Whole Universe, the one who provides all the parky / playground fun.
It was only a 30-minute reign. When I told Alex we had to leave, I had to surrender my BMITWU title, for the leaving was so painful that he could scarcely bear the sight of me.
And now I’m the happy one.
Photos #2 and #4 are my favs. Don’t bother to send me #1 or #3. We don’t do tacky at our house. ;)
And you can rest assured that we had several “encouraging” moments in OUR house today – especially once I unloaded him from the car seat following picture #3. :-)
p.s. And y’all really do sleep alike. Isn’t that funny? Sims genes. Whew. :-)