Connor just ran in the door (its 8:15am) to get ancilliary toys to take back to the Diaz' home where he had a sleepover last night. By now, their house is likely half full of Connor's crap. Anyway, I'm at the computer working on the blog. He sees me and gets an angry face.
"PPPPPP Puker Face? I don't like that mom. It hurt my feelings."
Turns out, now that he can read, I'm in a whole new world!
He read the entry with Danny during the sleepover and he said it made him angry--that he couldn't help it that he vomited.
"Erase it" , he commands.
So, now I am Howard Stern. How much to tell? How much to not tell?
I think my judgment has been good so far. PPPPPPPP Puker Face will remain.
I'm confident that when he's older (or he's gotten some sleep) we'll overcome the objection.
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