Our normally happy and un-complaining toddler has a cold. Not feeling well, the slightest things bring tears to his eyes. The following break-down was the result of the most gentle nose-wipe ever to happen on the face of the earth:
The brightest spot in his otherwise miserable day- I let him wear his cowboy boots, even though they are 3 sizes too large and make him walk funny.
He lost a boot a few times climbing around on the furniture, and came to me crying to put it back on. This sweet new obsession started with a short experience wearing his cousin's cowgirl boots while visiting at his Grandma Twist's house.
He later added his favorite Carhartt stocking hat to make his ensemble complete.
Even with his favorite clothes on, and favorite re-discovered puzzle pieces in hand, it still took a round of his new favorite song, "The Music Machine" (circa the 1970's!) to bring out the smile.