The three year old stayed with us last night. We all had a good time. He was well behaved, potty trained, and played nicely with Fresh and Petunia. We can do this, I thought.
And today they yanked him back home. Some sort of court order.
Don’t know what the deal is. I don’t know whether he’s going back to something better or not. All I know is that when Heidi told him he was going back he said, “No!” And this is a quiet kid.
That kind of shit rips at my heart. Back and forth and back again, right before Christmas. I don’t know who to be pissed at because I don’t know the story. All I know is that the kids should not be pawns in these grown-up squabbles. They deserve better.
Well, little pardner, you can some back anytime you need to.