It’s The End of the World (As We Know It)



William drops his drink box on the car floor and cannot retrieve it from the confines of his car seat. He begins to whine. And whine.

Grandma: “William, you just dropped your drink box on the floor. It’s NOT the end of the world.”

The litany  suddenly screeches to a halt.

My son lowers his voice and inquires, rather seriously,

“Is it the BEGINNING of the world?”




(Mama:  “I SAID, don’t touch that poster, it’s an antique!” This little jig was his response to THAT one. Ha. To be THREE!)

“I’m WILLIAM. W-I-L-L-I-A-M. My favorite number is THREE. Because I’m THREE!”

I’m gonna gitcha, MAMA!

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