Moody Monday

In the car, on the way home from school, we dropped by the library to return a DVD we borrowed and never watched. Natalie was nearly bereft, crying full out nearly all the way home. Here is a snippet from our conversation:

Natalie: Mama, don't talk to Zachary!
Me: Why? I like talking to Zach. He makes me laugh.
Zach: Hehehe.
Natalie: He makes me laugh, too. But I don't want to laugh. I want to cry.

And THIS is what it's like being the parent of a three year old.