The day started out badly, and I'm guessing it might stay not good. Yesterday Wendall "won" a glider plane at the arcade, and we managed to get it to fly once or twice. He told me last night that he wanted it to be in his room at night, and I said that would be fine. He put the plane on his rug (printed with streets and buildings) and went to sleep--I thought. At some point in the middle of the night he needed me, and I cuddled up with him for a little bit. This morning, I awake to sobs. Turns out he had moved the plane to the bed at some point, and of course it had been crushed by his mean mommy.
Today will be difficult.
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