"We're going to see Grandma Grace today, won't that be nice?" I ask, attempting to mask the steady state of anxious uncertainty with enthusiasm. I must not be doing it well.
"No." He crosses his arms over his chest.
"Oh, baby boy, I'm sorry you're not happy. What else can I do?"
"I want Daddy!" The indignant urgency isn't lost on me, and he hugs himself tighter for emphasis. If the situation weren't so depressing, this might be a bit funny. I decide to distract him instead.
"How about a snack? Ava will be up soon from her nap, and then we'll go on a little trip. Okay?"
"Hmph." Teddy scoots off the couch, arms still crossed, and runs away from me and into the kitchen, little dimpled elbows swaying from side to side like a little washing machine agitator. He's really mad. I haven't know
