Mad at Momma

I upset Ronan badly yesterday. He was crazy...like a creature had invaded his tiny 25 pound body and taken over him. I stood in the office organizing my mess and he was yanking at my pants for nothing I could understand. So, what did I do? I knelt down and looked him in the eye and in a really stern tone said, "You get out of this room right now and sit down."

Like a dog with its tail between its legs, he hunched over and walked out of the room. I know he wanted to cry. He looked at me so sad (and I felt awful!) but I kept my stern look, in hopes he would listen to me. He did. This is what I walked out to:


But within minutes, he kept asking for "bweh" which translates to 'bread.' I gave him a piece he was eating and when I walked back from the kitchen with his water (no longer than a minute), this is what I discovered:

He was tired. He napped for an hour on that couch. I took the "bweh" out of his hands...but not until I snapped this picture. Too cute. Little devil, but too cute.