Today the little guys and I traveled to the lake to visit with Grandma and Grandpa and to bring Connor back home from his extended Spring Break. Or, as he probably thinks, to steal him from paradise and take him back to the real world.
He's had more than a week of being the center of the world (a role he likes, I assure you). The transition back will be rough. He will not understand that "no" does in fact mean "no," that no amount of tears or pitiful looks will change that fact. He will not understand that every whim is not to be instantly gratified or that he cannot have every thing that his heart desires. He does not understand that he is not in charge. Essentially, life as he knows it is over.
He really hopes Grandma is reading, and that she will come save him again soon. Or, at the very least, talk some sense into Mommy.