So today was one of those days that felt like I kept having to ask "Why, Dallin?" Why did you have to pull out every Kleenex from the box? Why did you have to pull everything off the bulletin board? Why did you have to shove the whole pack of gum into your mouth? Why did you draw all over yourself with the dry erase marker? On and On...
Dallin, however, was more patient with me. He cleaned up, cleaned off the marker, and gave me a big hug. "Mom, an I'm sorry Hug will make you feel better." Finally, I just sat there. He came up to me with the smile he gives when he is sorry. I finally lost it. I grabbed the marker and drew all over his face. Of coarse then I had to let him draw all over mine. He loved that. All the tension was gone. A much better way to end the day.
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