Pedro is gone again, in New York. Mason has been a monster. I am not sure if I can chalk it up to him missing his Dad or me being on edge, or what. But it has been rough.
Yesterday I was just about to cry after the 634th naughty thing Mason did. I think he could tell I was at the end of my rope. He walked right up to me as I was sitting on the floor, got inches from my face and asked, "Do you need some sugar?"
I started laughing hysterically, he started laughing hysterically and all was good in the world again.