Owen thinking, well she wouldn't do what I wanted.
Of course, it was hard for me not to laugh when this was happening, because the whole nonsensicalness of a terrible two tantrum is ridiculous. Plus he was obviously so mad! And he didn’t know why or about what, yet kept the rage going.
Peekabooing in happier times.
I kept trying to distract him out of the loop, but it didn’t work, so finally I went on a Trader Joe’s run and Sean took Owen up to the attic to play guitar. When I came home, I met the two of them leaving the house for a walk to the nearby campus, so I joined them and found this spring lovely in the forest.
Those are pansies, right? Which reminds me of a pansy story…years ago when I was young and lithe and living in Boston, a friend of mine stated that he didn’t like pansies because they were such an “old lady” flower (why that should be a negative thing is not as clear to me now as it was when I was 22). I protested, but then a few days later I was walking behind two such old ladies, when one said to the other, “I just love pansies!” And the other replied, “Me too, I just love their little faces!” Humpf.