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One weekend, Tyler and I visited with my bestfriend, who also happens to be his godmother. Everything was dandy the night before with G and his dad entertaining my little boy so the girls can have a night out. He had a blast playing and running around their house. He was so happy that he didn’t want his new play mate to sleep, running over to him every two minutes and bugging him.

Then came morning.

It was all nice and fun, we’re taking lots of pictures of everyone when BAM, lol, the two were arguing. Tyler looked so funny with his “pity me” expression while telling on G that we couldn’t help but crack up. He had an entire monologue going on why he was upset too, to which the much older, and more patient, kid had to suffer through.

And all because of this box,

As you can see, even after he calmed down and they made up, my little kid was still visibly pissed. LOL. And the vibe he was giving was like, “ok, I make nice, BUT, I’m still upset!”

They weren’t even fighting about the car, just the box. Kids.