My little guy can throw a FIT. When he throws a fit, he usually announces that he no longer loves me. A few minutes later, he’ll run to me and tell me he DOES love me.
My little guy can always be a sweet little lover boy. When at Target with my mom, he saw a bouquet of flowers and begged her to buy them for me. And today I told him I was proud of him. His response? “You know mama, I’m proud to be your kid.”