I guess the gods are taking me to task for asking for too much - unfortunately our son had a real whopper of a meltdown last night. It's been 4-5 months since he's had a bad one, and this was far worse than that one. It was a head-banging, arm-flapping, toy-breaking, screaming, bouncing time at our house last night. And I could punch myself, because it was my fault. He got his shower and came out to say goodnight, and I noticed he had sprayed on his body spray (waaaay too much but I didn't say anything). He said he wanted to mousse his hair in the morning, (he knows he has hair??) and did he look good in this outfit. Ok, now I'm thinking somebody stole my kid. [note for clarity; since he was in kindie my son showers at night and dresses for school then goes to bed. to do it in the morning would mean either rising at 3 am or him never going to school]
Well, instead of smiling and saying Ok Honey, I went with it. I said wow, you look great - are you dressing for something special? That was it. Game/point/match.
Now I have to go to the home building supply store tonight to buy a new door for his room (another one, how many does this make?) and a gallon jug'o'putty. I really should be getting a discount there by now. I'm on a first name basis.
I got him to bed, still whimpering, at 11. Naturally I was up till 1am crying.
I vow to be happy with him smiling on the inside from now on 
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