I had a HORRID day at work today. So I was completely looking forward to coming home and enjoying this sweet face...
...which I did for a while this evening until he said "go away, Mommy." He repeated it a couple of times while I was trying to dress him after his bath. It actually hurt my feelings! I can, admittedly, be a bit sensitive at times, but still. What's next, the words all parents dread, "I hate you." I sure hope I don't hear that ever, but at least not any time soon!
Once I actually left him alone and let Daddy take over, I think he really understood what he'd said. I am sure he didn't mean it, but it has given me an unpleasant look into the teenage years. That's not going to be pretty.
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