Today we had a difference of opinion. We had to leave where we were because he was being disruptive and I did not feel like dragging the spectators through the negotiations. In the car I was frustrated. I am pretty sure the words, "You are acting like a child!" came out of my mouth. They hung there. It was all I could do not to start cackling. Tears of frustration turned to laughing tears, dripping on my green shirt as we drove home for cuddles and lunch and of course, cookies.