Kids just flock to me... or... not...
Abby spent some much needed loosey-goosey time with Sarah and Micaiah today and when I finally came to pick her up (after SIX hours mind you, not like a fifteen minute tease of a playdate) Abby, of course, gave a little whine and pout and would probably have burst into tears if she hadn't been so exhausted. Micaiah however, in his father's arms just woken up from a nap, looked at me for a second... then his face just fell in complete misery and he dissolved into quiet tears as his logic figured out that I was certainly there to take Abby away from him.
So yup, my arrival inspired complete emotional devastation.
So cruel. How do you even look yourself in the mirror?
ReplyDeleteI just turn, do an evil incantation and say "Mirror, mirror on the wall..."
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