This morning Tc had a huge meltdown.
He had an upset tummy and ended up getting poop on his hand when wiping. Which led to a huge cryfest. I told him "Hey it's okay, we all get poop on us sometimes!"
I helped wash him up and told him to wash his hands really well.
I went back in the bathroom to see he had thrown a new, unused roll of toilet paper in the toilet.
And I lost it! I went into a tirade about how we "don't waste" and that was not necessary to throw a whole unused roll of toilet paper into the toilet.
He cried and felt so bad. Then I felt so bad.
He said, "I am going to run away and get a new family and a new life."
Oh the drama.
So I held him and told him I was sorry for getting upset and if he ever runs away I will cry and cry. And afterwards he said, "Okay mom, you forgive me and we are friends?"
My answer, "Of course. We are best buddies!"