My 5-year-old has been on edge lately. He’s been spending a lot of time in tears. I’m not talking “cute, teary, little boy” tears. I’m talking full out “would you please be quiet?” wails.
The other day, he picked up the cat by the neck so I sternly told him to put the cat down and never pick her up that way again. (Ok, so maybe I yelled a little). In any case, he went straight to the corner and started to wail. Then he proceeded to march upstairs to his room where he grabbed his pillow and started stuffing all his favorite animals into the case.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m running away and never coming back,” he wailed.
Really? Because I told him sternly (ok, maybe I yelled) not to carry the cat by the neck?
Huh. I wonder how far he would have gotten if I hadn’t stopped him. I’m sure that no matter how far, I would have still heard him wailing.
OMG I can SO relate! Lucy went through a stage where everything resulted in tears. It ended just as mysteriously as it began but now, as a teenager, everything is just as dramatic.
Bentley has those phases too. He also tells me I’ve broken his heart.