skirt, tights ~ Marshalls
flannel ~ swap
shoes ~ thrifted
necklace ~ F21
bracelets ~ vintage, thrifted
my son is at an age where he always thinks he's right and he always knows that i am wrong. it doesn't matter if i tell him the sky is blue, i am wrong. last week was a particularly challenging week for me with him. and yes, just for me...he seems to take it out on me the most. i guess he knows i will always love him, even if he's being a jerk.
so last week, we dropped him off at school, i said "i love you" like i do every day, and he shot me a dirty look and ran away. so i opened my window and yelled "i love you henry!!!" at the top of my lungs. he didn't appreciate it. i didn't care.
that evening, i told him that no matter how mad at someone he is, he always has to say i love you back. and i told him that the next time he pulled that stunt on me, that i would get out of the car and sing that i love him in my best opera voice.
so....(you see where this is going??) the next morning, i kissed him and said, "i love you". he turned around, smiled his best mischievous smile, and ran away.
i had no choice.
i did it.
i'm guessing he will be telling me he loves me from now on. even when he's mad.