After watching Spiderwick this past Sunday, DJ predictably wanted to go out and buy some of the movie paraphernalia. Since we'd just dropped $35 on the movie (one of his friends tagged along, making me too self-conscious to smuggle in snacks, like I usually do), I was in no mood to spend another $25 on crap that would soon end up under a bed, along with... what was last week's hot thing?
Anyway, DJ threw a fit when I said we weren't going out to the store. He then sulked around for the rest of the night, concocting reasons for why I should buy him more stuff.
The next morning, DJ was apologetic about his behavior. Explaining his frustration, he noted that he had "cried soggy paper tears"--a phrase that caught me off-guard with its poetry.
3.04.2008
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