I can't figure out why Riley's been so cranky today. Well, it might have something to do with the fact that we returned home yesterday from a holiday spent with loving family members who took turns doting on him every second of the day and thanks to having some backup someone was always giving him their full attention no matter how many times he asked for that beshitted Bing Bunny book, and now he's at home with his boring old parents who keep trying to do ridiculous things like pick up a magazine or load the dishwasher instead of hauling out Mr. Tatey Head for the frillionth time; or maybe it's the mucus-spraying cold he seems to have picked up in the last 24 hours; or maybe it's the fact that I tried to give him crockpot chicken and dumplings for dinner and he dramatically declared it "too freaky" before bursting into the sort of tears normally reserved for gravesites and middle school dances; but I'm just not sure. Maybe it's the full moon.
(Note that even in the best of times, the boy remains vigilant in his suspicion. He knows there's a cranky Sunday coming up, and he's getting his game face on.)