So I am in the other room waiting for this masque to dry so that I can finally wash it off when I hear this terrible sound. It sounded as if something shattered. I knew that the sound meant something had broken and it didn't belong to us. I come running out of the room figuring that it was one of my mom's figurines. I'm sure I looked ridiculous slipping and sliding around the corner (I have socks on) with my chocolate covered face. And what do I find? Jack's newly built Lego trucks broken into pieces all over the floor. I start to panic because that means a meltdown is about to ensue. It is coming and it is going to be a big one. I am going to hear, "why did she do that, she is so mean, that is mine, she is a mean girl, no Julia, get away, why did you touch my Legos." As I am scrambling to pick up the pieces I hear this instead, "mommy, it is OK. We can rebuild it. Don't worry mommy, it's really OK." All I could say to him was "thank you."
He surprises me sometimes and I was glad that today he choose to tone down the drama and stop. We sat there for a minute rebuilt the Lego trucks and he moved on to something else. I was glad that we dodge that bullet. I think he is preoccupied with the fact that I wanted to get ready and go some place and he wants to "stay at home, relax and just play."
Maybe that is exactly what we will do today.
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