In retrospect, I overreacted a little bit but I was not happy that she would put another child down behind his back.
It's so hard not to get frustrated with them sometimes, isn't it?!
This morning, DS6 was devastated and completely messed up the morning routine because a plant had died. Only it wasn't just a regular plant, it was a weed that he'd found at the park and decided to transplant in our garden because he loved it so much.
Here are some of the comments he made: “Fuzzy Junior has died, I’m so sad. I made him a burial chamber. I know daddy says he’s just a weed, but I don’t care.” “Even when he’s dirt, I’ll always remember and love him.” “I don’t want to transplant another fuzzy, because what if she dies too?” “Can we get a seed instead?”
He cried and snuggled me for an extra 20 minutes at drop off. I really do love how caring he can be about all living things, but it can sometimes take a toll on all of us! At least he had the sense to avoid letting the other kids know why he was upset...
