Today we had one of Those Days. Sir H had quite the difficulty making good decisions (which is an oft-heared phrase about our house), and it was such a difficult thing to keep my patience. I may have misplaced it a few times, in fact. Even so, we were walking into a store, I was holding The Bear, and holding Sir H's hand, and he looked up at me and said, apropros of nothing, "It's fun to have a mommy like you." My heart just melted.

The day, however, continued to spiral downward from there. So, after a day of battle, later that night, we were lying in bed, after The Huz had read a story and put Sir H to bed, and I went in there to just try to reconnect and end the day on a positive note. He started to play "I'm Mommy and You're Sir H," and I started whining and having a "tantrum". He put his hand over his eyes, and heaved this huge sigh. After a moment of silence, he said, "I just don't know what to do." I just about fell out of the bed laughing, all the while hearing Sir H berate me, "NO! You're not aposed to laugh! You're H, I'm Mommy! H, you're not making good acisions!"