Then on Monday, after going out for a breakfast, in which Boy ate 3/4 of an ENORMOUS ham and cheese omelet, we headed to the public pool, where we stayed for the next four hours. Do you think my kids were grateful? Nope! Not long after we got home, both had minor fits. Girl's was because she wanted to stay at the pool, and Boy's was because he thought everyone was unfair only to him. Not long after our early dinner, both whined the epitaph hated by all moms: "I'm having a BAD day!"
Give me a break! What had we done that day that hadn't been designed for ultimate kid enjoyment?
To be fair, I will admit that within ten minutes of each of them telling us that, they were both sound asleep. It wasn't even 6:30 p.m.