It's been one of those days.

Here is Griffin explaining to me that he didn't mean to throw sand on me but that he was actually trying to throw sand onto Mars and it was just too far away so it hit me instead. How do you argue with that? After this picture was taken, he walked 3 feet and then started crying because he left his ball inside and we JUST HAD TO GO BACK IN AND GET IT MOM! After going in to get his ball, we instantly had to go back inside because he had to go potty. He cried the entire time he used the restroom because he really wanted to be outside playing with his ball. I'd say it was a solid 30 minutes of tears over nothing.

To him...it is all HUGE. All I can do is stand by waiting with a hug for when the tears stop falling.