He's still my little boy

This afternoon, after an intense day and an hour of playing some serious Dinosaur Footprint, I told Bub that I needed a break.  I collapsed on the couch and got ready to turn on some TV for him.  Bub went and grabbed the toy farm house and all the baby dinos.

MAMA! WANNA PLAY LAND BEFORE TIME?

No, Bub, I can't play with you.

Tears!  Huge, fat tears just dripped down his little face.  I think his heart broke only two seconds before mine did.  Chris was home to scoop him into a big hug but he looked down at me like I'd committed the worst Mama crime.  I have rarely felt so awful in my life as I did in those moments watching my little guy cry.

I, of course, relented and picked up the baby brachiosaurus and started to play. Chris gave me the look like, "That sure taught him that crying gets him what he wants." But it just couldn't be helped. A Mama's resolve is only so strong.