today was a long day for isaac. last night we had a late movie night (bedknobs and broomsticks) with soda and pizza and more candy than i think we've ever had in our house, and little dude was crazy tired today. one thing led to another and around 830 i found myself standing outside his door holding it closed while he was crying and yelling on the other side, and i quote, "mom! i hate you!"
and i know he didn't mean it. i know it was his delirious state of exhaustion that was in control. i can't even say that it hurt my feelings...i'd just gotten a big dose of perspective watching nie nie on oprah and was feeling especially calm and collected :) i just didn't think i'd hear that phrase for a few more years.
then at around 930 tonight i found myself in front of that same door holding little man in my arms...and he was crying again. but they were tears of regret. he was sorry and i knew he meant it.
he must get it from his dad. they are both so quick to apologize and tell me they are sorry. this is definitely a "like father, like son" characteristic i'm loving right now. i married a good man. the end.