After spending two hours on the phone with our insurance company, driving to NLR to drop off my SUV, picking up my hubby's truck so that I had something to drive, making two trips to Babies R Us (one to unsuccessfully get a pair of shoes for the toddler and then again when we realized that Bear-Bear was no longer with us), cleaning up the puzzle display that my son knocked over in The Toggery, shuffling through my purse for my license after already completing my entire week's grocery shopping (it got misplaced dealing with everything for the car accident), finally making it back to my husband's enormous truck which I had to park on the moon since it takes up so much space, and stuffing the toddler in his car seat as he screamed for goldfish, I was just about ready to.lose.it.
I was looking around for my keys and my phone and stifling whatever tears/screams wanted to burst out, when the toddler said, "Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!"
I looked up, "Yes! Yes! What?"
His little face got very calm, and he looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Patience, patience."
Oh, out of the mouth of babes! :)
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