Big Tantrum

Dear Connor,

When you came back home from the playground today, you didn't want to wash your hands or change your clothes. You were dirty, though, so I said you had to before you touched your baby sister or any of your toys. This led to a 45-minute-long tantrum. Sweet jesus. And then at the end of it, you calmed down, grabbed my hand and whispered, "Mommy, you're my best friend." *sigh* You sure do know how to charm your way back into my good graces :P

Love,
Mom