Sad boy

We stopped to buy some fabric so I can make a superhero light shade for my superhero loving boy's room. When I asked for 1 yard of fabric, and he saw that the woman was *cutting* it off the bolt...he melted down. He did not want anyone to cut that glorious Spider-Man fabric. He wanted to buy the whole bolt!! I explained how the process worked. He wanted none if it. Well, he wanted all if it, actually. So he cried. Big tears.

At the cash register he realized we really were leaving without the entire bolt. He lost it. The old ladies around us were full of "oh bless his hearts". 

Living in the south, I have learned that the "bless your heart" phrase has two meanings. If directed at kids, it just means something like "oh, poor boy" (empathy/sympathy). If directed at adults, it's a thinly veiled insult, something that really means "oh..well aren't you just an idiot". But, rather than actually say that, they "bless your heart" and feign something more polite. Ah... Southerners ;-) Anyway...back to sad Gage.

We stopped at Savannah's school to do a few pto things on the way home, and he stood with his head against the window with big crocodile tears - breaking the hearts of all the ladies in the office. Then, he borrowed a pen and paper to draw something for me "just in case I didn't know he was feeling really sad".   This is what he drew. Sad sad boy :-(