Yesterday The Little Buddy had a terrible, awful, no good, very bad day. He was a grump. No. No no no. Grump doesn't even begin to describe it. If anyone looked in his direction he crumbled into a mess of tears and screaming and clinging to me. The thought of going to anyone that wasn't me or The Husband, forget about it.
Until last night.
We were at a potluck missions dinner and my friend, Christy, took the miserably upset toddler. He went right to her and she had him for most of the night. He was perfectly content. He was happy. Every once in awhile he'd glance over at me and think about dissolving into tears until I took him. But he didn't! Instead, he'd just go right back to eating off of Christy's plate. I got to eat without him screaming at me about everything that was wrong in his world. It was two hours of bliss.
This led me to declare that she is going to become our sister wife. As soon as possible.
I just have to convince my husband, her husband and, well, her, that this is a good idea.