Anyway, where were we? Ah...pouting. A signal that something is wrong. (I talk with Cj like always). Unfortunately this one escalated to a tantrum which went on for more than an hour into the party. I didn't have the patience of Job for such behavior. I got short-fused here and gave him a secret telling off. The guilt made me promise him Hongkong Disneyland for his next birthday. That if he behaved. Nevertheless I have just gotten myself into something I need to fulfil, oops. And I thought I was organized. Life. A mom learns everyday.
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