Mom of the Year Award

Out of the blue tonite Jimmy comes and sits by me and beckons me to come to see something.  So I follow and hung on the fridge is a note.  He asks me to help him pack.  He cries.  Daddy comes and asks whats wrong.  Jimmy goes to write another note. 

I know I'm not a mean mommy nor do I deny him everything (if anything I've been accused of being too permissive).  But nothing like feeling an inch tall through your child's eyes.