son is waiting for h to come home as he was told that he'd be able to ride in the truck to help daddy plow the drive way...
daddy wont be home til long after son is in bed due to football game and work..
h calls to say hello and let me know the woes they've endured on the way to the staduim (poor babies. blah!)
son doesn't want to talk..
a few min later son asks is daddy here? I reply no daddy may not be home til after we're asleep.
son says..."I want to talk to daddy about this"
I call h's cell (I know he's not out plowing so figure it's ok) uncle answers, son doesn't recognize the voice so throws a bit of a fit...h gets on phone and deals with him..some tears..some of that stuttering pouting stuff and finally passes the phone to me.
h is short with me on the phone...expresses that he's about to snap...I simply say...just don't snap at me...h then says I gotta go.
I could have gotten pissy with him but didn't bother to...what really would be the point..he'd only argue with me anyway. so I left it at just don't snap at me...then ok bye.
guess what...
h called a few minutes after to appologize if he had snapped at me. I expressed that it made me feel like I shouldn't have let son call him..he expressed that I should always let son call him "that's what it's all about"
so that's that.
now to put dd's football shirt on as the only games they lost were when she wasn't wearing her shirt.
