reasons for tears
Kids cry. Sometimes it's justified. Other times a solid-colored puzzle would be easier to figure out. Today's reason for tears: The weather.
We're outside the house on the sidewalk and I have successfully gotten three children - complete with shoes, jackets and backpacks - on the way to the bus stop. Duke is turning around.
Duke: Mom, can I please go change my shirt? I will be quick. I promise.
Mom: No, we don't have time.
Backstory: It's been warm, but this morning is a tad chilly and, while I noticed both boys were wearing short-sleeve shirts, I did not bother to force them to change into long-sleeves. I can tell you that I didn't make them change because I didn't think it was a big deal, but truthfully, I hadn't paid much attention to their clothes other than to make sure they were clean and didn't have holes. Also, I hadn't had coffee yet. Meanwhile, making our way down the sidewalk....
Tears. Loud cries. Several exchanges of "Please!" and "No." A dozen or so futile attempts at logic, such as: "I know you say you will be quick, but we'll miss the bus," "We REALLY don't have time," "I can't control when the bus comes," and, a last ditch effort:
Mom: I don't understand why this is so horrible. Explain to me why this is worth crying over?
Duke: I might be too cold.
Mom: Then put your jacket on.
Duke: I might get too hot.
Mom: Then take your jacket off.
To conclude: lame jokes about the school sending a frozen popsicle home or a bucket of melted child did not go over well and he boarded the bus crying.
At least I've finally gotten my coffee.