Younger charge was saving up all his mommy-missing for today. We were at a park for playgroup and he got mad about something and took off running -- I let him go a pretty fair distance before I took off after him. I was talking to him when older charge and another of the older kids decided they would round him up like a pony, knocking him down in the process and making him completely hysterical. He spent the rest of playgroup clinging to me (albeit resentfully) and doing a very pathetic sob/whimper combo. This despite my best efforts and those of the moms there, all of whom he knows well. Poor little guy.
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So...he had periodic fits of semi-hysterical tears for the rest of the day, then went into 4-year-old-hyperspace-hysteria when his mom called to tell him goodnight. I managed to coax him into bed and sang him a few songs until he fell asleep.
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And now my lover, the large-screen tv, is calling to me with its craptabulous selection of viewing choices...
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I must heed this call.
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