The Little Dictator

Sat was supposed to be Collin and mommy day b/c Mima was going to watch Addie (which she's only done 1x before when she was about 6 wks old). At any rate, while I really didn't think it would bother me, I had a lot of anxiety about not having Addie with me. Add to that a VERY whiny 4 yr old and you have a very volatile mixture. Despite all of that, I really hoped to have a nice afternoon w/Collin b/c we don't get much one-on-one time. While out, we ran into some some crazy traffic and that was almost thing that almost broke the proverbial straw. I told Collin that my nerves were shot. He asked what that meant and I told him that I was sad and that I wanted to cry. He was so sweet b/c he said that he could fix all of that and that we could make it better "with teamwork, of course" (emphasis on "of course"). He went on to tell me that our teamwork would be him telling me what to do and me doing it. I laughed and told him it sounded more like a dictatorship. He thought that was hilarious and kept chanting dictatorship.

What a silly boy!