My goodness, things are dire for Lucas sometimes. If he gets sent to his room, he laments with a wail "Ooohhhh, I'll never get to watch tv again! Never!". When it is time for bed and I leave the room, it goes like this "Oh, I'll miss you. I'll never see my Mom again. Never!".
Today, when I got after him for pulling Mya's arm, he put his face on the floor and wailed for 10 minutes. Then he shuffled his way over to me and buried his face in my lap for another ten. Everything can be very grim at times.
Fortunately the storm cloud passes and we are in the sunshine until the next crisis.
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