Yesterday morning was rough. I'll spare you the details, but let's just say there were several crises that kept us from getting out the door on time, causing simultaneous meltdowns for all. Super fun. Anyway, by the time we were all loaded up to go to preschool I was feeling some serious Mommy-guilt for how poorly I had handled said crises, and felt the need to apologize to the boys.
Me: (a bit tearful) I am really sorry boys. I didn't mean to get so upset. I love you, Nate. I love you, Dexter.
Dexter: Ooh look, its a tractor!
Nate: Yeah, there's another one!
Clearly they were traumatized.
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Dexter: (rubbing his head) I'm a soft boy.
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