Worked out. Pizza/football/taxes.
Worst Part of the Day-
Liam is in the fairly typical uber whiney 3 year-old phase. (My lord--it only just left my sweet Scar and the child is 6!) I am handling it (and all things) better as I know this is some kind of strange pathway to growing up and talking without that plaintive pitch and that fake facial wince, BUT it certainly can grate, grate, grate.
Also-Scarlet received no less than $50 worth of plasticky Disney crapola last night (she best be glad it wasn't a Mom/Daughter Date as I would've packed smushy peanut butter sammies in my purse and declared "no treats, no toys!") She was an excellent sharer of items with the very intrigued Liam this morn--at first. But soon she became a greedy dictator ("you can have the swirly light-up wand for 10 seconds and then I get it for an hour! OK, Buddy?") Grate, grate, grate.
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