but then why does my son look so sad? So sad....and horrified? So unhappy?
I mean, I didn't yell at him, or take away his DS, or make him go have his shower first (the horrors of -gulp- cleanliness!) or announce that he needs to play ponies with his sister, or anything nasty like that. Like I said, I consider myself a kind person.
A good parent, you know? A good parent.
And one that believes in the finishing of brussels sprouts.
Behold the unhappy mug.