this boy

Sean had a rough day yesterday. After getting to bed a little late the night before, being awakened in the middle of the night by thunder and then kept awake by obnoxious, unsmart, pool-partying teenagers (since when was partying in a pool during a lightning storm such a grand idea?), he was just a tad exhausted yesterday and not exactly on his best behavior. Which for Mr. Dot-my-i's-and-cross-my-t's is not normal. He disobeyed all day long about everything, whined/cried/complained about everything, and then, to top it all off, ate all but two little bites of the brownie I was saving for Ben (after already devouring his own, of course). That last infraction is very not normal--he might think about doing something like that, maybe even pretend to do something like that, but very rarely does he actually do it.

Needless to say, I was beginning to doubt my decision to go out for the evening and leave the boys with Chris--not that Chris isn't capable, of course, but he usually prefers to deal with them when they're all in a state of normalcy (who wouldn't?). But just as I was getting ready to leave, Sean looked at me and said in his sweet little voice that we hadn't heard all day, "Mommy, I like your skirt." And just like that our little boy was back.

Here's hoping it stays that way--Sean in a bad mood is not my idea of fun.