I was eavesdropping, because that’s what all good Mommies do. Q was in his room playing with his cars, “McQueen” and “Cachuga”.
“I forgive you”
“You don’t need to be sorry. You were just CRASH! Cachuga-ing. You not need to be sorry when you Cachuga Cachuga.”
This is why I have trouble playing with him. I would rather build and create, you know girl stuff. He wants to maim and destroy. I try not to get my feelings hurt when he rams my car and screeches “CRASH!”
My goal for this week: destroy something and be happy about it.