It wasn't me.....

Ok, this may seem a little cruel but I was glad to hear Thomas crying tonight. Valerie had the boys in the tub and when it was time to get out of the bath and into PJs, Thomas pitched a fit twice as loud and three times as enduring as the one I got from him on Saturday night. It's too bad that he's such a frustrated little boy, but I'm comforted in the fact that it wasn't all my doing.