what a doll

today purple cousin and i went to my wednesday night church. we went one other time, but this time she brought the little dude formerly known as chubmuffin (he's not so chubby anymore). this sunday was youth sunday, and the service was long. a bit too long for a 2 1/2 year old. he was good, but by the end, he was done. as we got ready to leave, he was crying because he had to put on his jacket, which apparently, because it was the first time he wore his spring jacket, was the wrong jacket. as we were headed to the car, he obviously didn't like me anymore, because i'm a terrible person and was trying to be nice to his 2-year-old self. i wasn't too hurt by it.
later this afternoon i got a fb message from purple cousin:
"Thanks for bringing us this morning. After a major meltdown and a snack Chubmuffin said, "I was kinna crabby when Melilot talk to me. I shouldn't be crabby at her. (Made sad face)" I told him you understand little boys are sometimes crabby but it was nice of him to say/think about that. Then he smiled and told me, "mommy, you tell her I not be crabby anymore?" So there you have it."