We took a trip to the grocery store and I ended up with one too many of those clear plastic produce bags. Max lovingly adopted it and played with it for the remainder of the trip as he rode in the basket of the cart. I didn't realize quite how strong the attachment between them had become until he dropped it through the bottom of the cart while we were in line. I was too busy trying to make sure that all the bags of food fit around him without squashing food or little boys to remember that I had promised him I would retrieve it.
We were halfway through the door when he realized it was still on the floor. It was just too late. He cried as if his heart had just been broken in two. And he didn't want just any bag, he wanted THAT bag.
It took a while to calm him down.
After that he got to spend a lot of time in the backyard blowing bubbles, shooting squirt guns and playing with Sultan. That always makes for a good day.
At the end of the day we met Kris at the movie theater so we could se UP, Pixar's new movie. Max loved it, and Kris and I enjoyed it too. (3d movies are pretty cool, who knew?)
But it was after that things really started to go downhill. We had driven separately to the theater, so Max rode home with Dad, as he does whenever he can.
At home, in the driveway, Max's elbow got closed in the window. (No big damage, just a scrape or two) It broke him though. He was a wet noodle. He couldn't walk or talk. Just tears.
THEN, while getting his teeth brushed, someone who will remain nameless, missed and brushed Max's left eyeball. Yes, there was toothpaste on the brush. No, it didn't go over well. It was like a cherry on the top of an already traumatic day.
BUT! After that when I was putting him to bed, he whistled for the first time ever. That was very exciting.
Life can be tough when you're five. I asked him today if yesterday was a good day. He said yes.
6 comments:
sounds like Max is enjoying hanging with Sultan a bit more than he used to.
Hope you have a better day tomorrow
Love to all
Dad
Oh my gosh. I would regale you with tales of other children and such moments, except that I no longer remember them (except the star and the banana) and anyway, I have them myself, constantly. I go along, and suddenly feel the warm glow of confidence and success, then lightening strikes and just as suddenly, life has gone down the toilet and nobody will ever love me, and nothing good will ever happen, and I've lost the only thing I've ever cared about.
Was today a good day? I'm don't remember, so - yes, maybe it was.
I love that picture of you and your short curly haircut on your sidebar. You look so pretty!
It is tough to be a kid, isn't it? I need to remember that more often instead of just getting impatient with their little traumas. You sound like such a kind, understanding mom. Good for you.
It's funny to think how kids really have such rollercoaster lives. I mean one minute they're so happy they're jumping down the stairs and the next minute they fall and their life seems to be over.
At least at the end of it, Max still thought he'd had a good day. Kids don't get depressed. Isn't that something?
Max is tough and that is good. Hopefully the good out weighed the bad and he will remember those instead. Some days are just like that.
It's interesting how some days have such highs and such lows. I totally understand!
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