T asked my husband to go "on an adventure." Every time I hear them talk about it, my heart gets that gooey, mommy-type feeling. So, they go.
When they return, my husband has THAT look. Apparently fishing is not really something one should do with a toddler. T thought that it would be great fun to run around and mess with other guys' tackle boxes. I guess the epitome of embarrassment was when one of the guys said, "Hey, can you keep your kid out of my tackle box?" Needless to say, he came home in a bad mood, while my son was chirping about how much fun he had. I guess it's all in the perception.
I was lying on the couch because I haven't been feeling well today, and he said, "Mommy, I will lay with you. Maybe that will make you feel better." Some things just do.
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That is so sweet. Your husband needs to find a more private fishing hole so they can both enjoy the moment. ;-)
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry you're not feeling well, but I'm going to guess after that precious moment you're feeling a whole lot better.