A few days ago AJ told me “I’m glad you’re going away: you’re always home and Daddy goes away. Now we’ll get some boys’ time!”
And I thought, okay, good, no worries.
Then last night at bedtime he freaked and was sobbing “No, I don’t want boys’ time, I want whole family time, with all three of us!!!”
Sigh. I can never win.
Ah well, at least we all look cute, and he was a little better today. (He told me at the airport, with high confidence, that when he’s 12 he’s going on a trip alone, all by himself, somewhere where he doesn’t know anyone. He won’t need any help: he’s just going. He was quite bummed to hear that his plan’s not legal, but he supposed he could wait until he were 18, if he had to and all.)
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