Huddo and I were playing with his train-set late the other night. We had set it up earlier in the day, complete with tunnels, bridges, curves, and lots of trains. I had already put Harper down and was waiting for Hudson to get tired, as he had taken a long, late nap.
He started getting frustrated that his long line of trains kept coming apart. I tried to explain it was just too long to get around the curves, but he wouldn't separate it. Out of nowhere he totally freaked out and tore the entire beloved train-set apart. He even sort of threw pieces at me.
I grabbed him and held him to my chest and said, "Huddo, why are you mad at mom?" He said, "No! Hudson!" (Meaning he was mad at himself.) I put my hand over his heart and said, "Oh Huddo, don't be mad at yourself. It's not good for you." At which point he wept and let me hold him. And I cried too.
