Days of butting heads, screaming tantrums, preschooler fish-flopping on the floor in frustration... me firmly securing my place in the boy's eyes as "Chief Squasher of Dreams."Daniel: I want marshmallows for breakfast!
Me: No.
A visit from Grandma and Grandpa affords some much-needed breathing space. Daniel scooted me out of his room this afternoon because he and Grandma were reading a book. I happily went off to read a magazine.
And I quite enjoyed H's report of a smile on our little guy's face as he slept late last night. Sweet dreams my little one.
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