A long Sunday of Ry alternately longing for me then rejecting me. As in "Mommy go away we want to put up the tree without you."
She ran upstairs sobbing and refused to come down for lunch. Then finally at lunch she kept asking if I liked the candle she got for me at Holiday Faire more than the candle that Dylan got for Mama. "Yes honey I love it."
It was like that all day. Why did I never see before that kids has "ID" at the very center of the word?
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