Convos with Jojo

For as good as Monday was, today was just as bad.

Whining, fighting, and disobedience - primarily on Jones's part - marked the day and left me texting Jeremy IN ALL CAPS about how miserable things were here at home.

Just before bed, though, things took a sudden turn. Our 6 year old neighbor girl stopped in during dinner, and after she left, as Jones was getting ready for bed, we had this conversation:

ME: "Are you glad you got to see Aubrey? Is she your friend?"
JONES: "No."
ME: "Well, who IS your friend."
JONES: "YOU'RE my friend."

So.

He's forgiven.