The Force is With Us

Bitty had a melt down this morning. I was very upset with him. Later on, after we took the girls to school, got some coffee and a chocolate milk, and were driving to Lakeway, he asked, "Mommy, are you still disappointed at me? Do you still have a mad face at me?" After completing a quick silent virtual self-flaggellation (how could I ever have a mad face at him?), I calmy explained that how he behaves is up to him and that he can choose to act nicely or...not. He thought about it for a minute. Then he said, "Mommy. It wasn't me. It was my brain going over to the dark side that made me act that way!"