Well it was a good day until I picked up my son and tried to go grocery shopping.
He threw a tatrum to rival all others.
To leave would be letting him win, setting me up for future failures in trying to go shopping with him.
To stay means that everyone is gawking at your tatruming child. One young child even pointed at Pudd'n and said "look grandma, that's whos crying".
While waiting for my shrimp to be wrapped at the meat counter, a little old lady leaned in to me and said "God bless you".
I held it together until I got to the short bus.
Then I cried all the way home.
