[[Today I am thankful for my 4 year old who keeps me laughing.]]
When he did wake up, the world was against him in his mind. He was ticked because his monster jacket was in the wash. Ticked because I asked him to wear a warmer jacket outside. And then even more ticked that I told him he couldn't go outside because he said he hated me. And when I sent him and his tantrum to his room? That ticked him off even more.
At bedtime, when he was calm and quiet, I said to him, "You had a rough day today, didn't you?"
He says to me in a pouty voice, "Yeah. I had a bad day. I felt like bull shit."
BAHH HAHAHA! He quickly changed his words and said "I mean bull crap." And when asked not to say that he said "I mean I felt like bull poop."
Yesterday I had a rotten morning and yelled at Porter really loud because he and Hudson were being obnoxious while I was trying to get ready. On the way to take Hudson to daycare I apologized and said "I'm sorry I yelled at you. I'm just having a rough morning and I'm in a bad day. Remember how you felt yesterday? That's how I feel today. He says to me "Mom, do you feel like bull poop, too?"