Back to our regularly scheduled programming.
Seriously. No, really, I swear.
I'll start with a story. Those of you who know me on facebook may have heard the beginning.
So. I was on my way out the door for a meeting. Boy2 asked if he could call me while I was out. I told him he could, if it was an emergency. He asked, "Is a bad mood an emergency?"
I said no, of course. Otherwise I would've gotten three calls during my meeting. At least. Not that he's given to bad moods, he isn't, not generally. But bad moods were in the air yesterday.
In the end, we found a solution. I asked him to hand his bad mood over to me. I told him I would keep it in my purse while I was away. He looked horrified. "I don't want it back - you should just get rid of it." He stood on the terrace and watched me toss it in a storm drain next to the garage as I left. We both agreed it would eventually make it to the river and be carried away forever.
2 comments:
That's a lovely solution. Hope he was smiling all day :)
He was! It was interesting to see where he gave it to me from too - from his head - not his heart.
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