in the past someone accused me of hating my own child because i call him a demon. i'm sure it's apparent to anyone who has children that this person does not have children. i love my son with every fiber if my being. he gives me something to keep me going when it truly seems there is nothing left. but, he is a demon child, i sometimes think he is the spawn of satan, and that is just the way that it is. every one who has children knows that children have their sweet loving side and then they have their other side. the side that makes you wonder if you imagined the loving side. and the mood can change in the blink of an eye, just like that. yesterday, my son pitched a horrible fit, throwing his backpack on the ground, because i told him that one of the cats actually does enjoy being petted because he chooses to ignore that cat and only play with the other one. so all i said was that cat likes to be petted too, and the fit was on. something so stupid, so inane as that, and his head started spinning on his neck. i do admit that he is always a perfect angel when he goes to other people's houses, he behaves well in public, and he knows when it is inappropriate to act up. but when he is home with me and his dad, that is when he lets his temper roll. fortunately, with me being unwell a lot, he feels the need to take care of me and keep me taken care of, so he does hold back some. it's so cute the way every time i yawn, he tries to put me down for a nap. kids. you have to love them. even if they are little demons.

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