Stranger Danger

I think its official. We’ve hit the “separation anxiety” mark.

Yesterday, I had the Dark Lordling with me at school during the last hour, which happens sometimes.

The PT, a fabulous lady, was in for the day and asked to hold him.

Sure, no problem.

And, for a minute, all was good,

Then, the unthinkable happened.

Voldemort looked around and saw me. Across the entire room from him.

His face FROZE. He very slowly swiveled his head to see the PT – it was like he was just double checking before he threw a fit – saw that it really WASNT me who was holding him, and he just fell apart.

YOU! BUT NO! ACROSS THE ROOM! NO! BAD LADY HOLDING ME NOT MY MOOOOOOM.

He also also discovered that he can reach his toes, and pronounce the “buh” sound. He’s very impressive. He’s blowing raspberries at me right now.

I cant tell if its because its fun, or if i should take it as a comment on my parenting skills.