Where’s the book about nearly eight year old boys?
Are they supposed be using such language? How about crying? Are they supposed to cry this much? Seriously!
Is every thing I say open to interpretation? Or at least the explanation why he shouldn’t do…. ? Why can you say such things to Mom and act in such a way, and then hide and run away from Grandma when she comes over because you are so embarrassed?
Does Mommy exchanging her sewing machine for another one mean that the 8 year old boy is supposed to spend 1/2 a week in mourning?
So, um… what do I do with him?
Meanwhile… I think I’ll flap on over to Heathertopia…