Funny how a sweet post of Thing One missing me if I was dead can be followed by him wishing me dead.
Ahh the joys of parenting.
So tonight, because I wouldn't allow him to play on the computer when he wanted to, and because I would not give him a rice krispie bar because he didn't eat his pizza and because I wouldn't negotiate with him on earlier computer refusal... he hates me and wishes I was dead.
Well, not in so many words.
Certainly, the I hate you was clearly spoken.
The dead wishing happened with the eyes.
I've been on the receiving end of that one before, by a large group of others, so I'm fairly used to receiving it.
It still hurts.
More than that, it hurts to know that he could have that much anger inside of him.
But knowing how that is, I guess I shouldn't be too surprised.
Apple. Tree.
Looking forward to another sweet post sometime soon.
Likely this weekend since he is turning 5 and we are having a par-tay.
