STBX came over to visit DD (3) tonight and at bedtime he brought her into her bedroom where I was straightening up her bed getting it ready. He tells her to go limp and says "Oh no, Mom! Look what I found! A wounded Charlotte!" So I pretended to be distraught and beside myself, falling to the ground and clutching her wailing "OH WHY, GOD, WHY? NOT MY CHARLOTTE!" But apparently she didn't know I was only playing along and thought I was really upset, so she started crying. And I mean BAWLING. Man, I felt like shit.
Anything like that ever happen to you and/or your kids?
on May. 3, 2012 at 11:41 PM