Last night (after the rubber spatula beat down of 2016) Charlotte had the meltdown of all meltdowns. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, laying face first on the kitchen floor, crying like her body was on fire and her heart was broken. I mean the tears were fast and furious. The world was ending. There was no consoling her. Would you like to know why?
The ice cube she was playing with melted in her hands.
I’ll never understand toddlers. Never.