The Wall

There's something that happens around here practically every day. It starts in the late afternoon and sometimes proceeds all the way through bedtime. I'm not quite sure what to call it besides The Horrible. It lurks inside the body of my precious boy, who can flip in a heartbeat from pure joy and happiness to this:

And suddenly, everything is awful and wretched, and he becomes an inconsolable mess. There might be some throwing, hitting, and biting. There will definitely be lots of tears, screaming, and whining. This fiasco definitely impedes my attempts to make dinner and makes me want to just go grab a bucket of dirt and eat that instead. Surely, that would be more pleasant.And when you have two parents who are both tired by the time evening hits (if not sooner), it leads to two people who want to literally to scream or cry themselves. At the end of the day, we just want to relax and spend some quality time with Asher.

Today, what set Asher off was discovering an old cell phone that didn't work. The battery was missing, so there was definitely nothing I could do to fix it. I tried to explain it to him, and I tried to have him throw it away himself since it was broken. But alas, he was still very upset.

So I finally gave him some chips and salsa. And suddenly, he was all smiles. He is so my boy.