Good Grief

Charlie Brown, Halloween 2010

This week Tucker learned what sad means.
I heard the toilet seat being closed, repeatedly, and discovered he'd been putting wooden puzzle pieces into the bowl.  Fortunately he didn't flush.  I kneeled down and asked him to stop, explained that it would ruin his toys, that it was yucky, and that it made me sad.  In the scheme of things, soggy, germy puzzles is the least of my worries.  Tucker seems to pay closer attention to our moods these days though -- "Mommy sad."  "Daddy sad."  "Colby sad."  He overstates it, but sometimes he's right.

Tuck, on the other hand, is rarely sad.  And who would be, with cozy holiday jammies and pockets full of Halloween candy?
JEB

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