Well, we finally moved. HALLELUJAH. I'll post on that later.
For now, I'll leave you with this little treat.
Whilst unpacking the never ending boxes, I realized Kaden was in his new room with the door shut, being awfully quiet. This raises suspicions in the mommy of a boy.
So I paused my monotonous task and peeked into his little room. Instantly, my eyes teared up and my nose burned from the fumes. Kaden, standing on his new big-boy-bed, stepped aside and happily revealed his masterpiece.
"wook momma, puupple!"
Seeing and smelling the permanent marker in his grimy, fat fist, I slowly said, "no buddy, that isn't purple, it's black. It is naughty to write on the wall."
"uh oh.." was all he said. I whimp-ishly slapped his little hand and firmly said "No."
Seeing mommy seemed sad, or upset, or some undesirable emotion, my little man said, "awwwww momma, I saawwy, come on." He embraced my head in his arms and gave me a sweet hug, kiss, and patted my back, saying, "awwww...'sokay momma".
How can you get mad at that?
You can't. You just can't.