How do you know when your kids didn't get enough sleep?
This morning I had the opportunity to visit with some women from my church. Since we all have small children, we decided it would be easiest to visit if we went to the local park. Our children could play, and communication would be relatively uninterrupted.
I gathered the children up, and we went to the park.
I told him to get his shoes he was going.
The crocodile tears erupted.
"Keith, would you like us to leave you home while we go and have fun at the park?" I used the empty threat that usually works. This time, not so much.
"Mo-o-om! Don't leave me! I need a hug. I want you to give me a hug. Don't leave me alone. I will be lonely, and I will miss you. I need you!" he whimpered as he wrapped his arms around my neck.
Again, I told him to get his shoes.
Meanwhile, Faye had retrieved her sandals, put them on, and began pulling me toward the door.
When Keith saw me headed towards the door, he scrambled to find his shoes and wailed even louder.
"WAAAAAIIIITTTTT!!!" He panicked.
I waited at the door. Because I would never leave him home alone. But I guess he doesn't realize that.
He rushed toward me, threw his arms around my waist and sobbed.
All because we were going to the park.
The very same park that had mirrored his actions when I announced we would be heading home. A mere 45 minutes prior.
P.S. Thank you to Heather for the pictures. They are from a day last week at the park with her and Rowan. She is unofficially becoming my blog photographer. Because 9 times out of 10 her camera has batteries and mine are dead. And her camera is so cool it embarrasses mine into hiding.