Sniffle sniffle. Sob sob. So I asked my three year old: "why are you crying?" "I'm not crying." Right. Well excuse me. More sobs.
I seriously know how he feels. Just leave me alone. It's that feeling. Like I know you have the capabilities to make me feel better . . . and I don't want to feel better. I want to wallow in my sorrow for a while, is that too much to ask?
I still don't know why he was upset. Thank goodness he's over it now. There's only so much of that I can take before I HAVE to make him feel better, I am mommy after all!