poor coop

i probably pushed him off the couch right before this picture was taken, too.

sometimes i am such a jerk. earlier this evening i was standing by the door talking to a friend -a friend who brought me a delicious piece of coconut cream pie- and holding ainsley. she has been a little bit naggy lately. nothing new in our neck of the woods. while i was talking, coop started rubbing his bare feet on me. not a big deal. but when he rubbed them on ains she was less than pleased. he kept doing it, after i told him to stop, so i smacked his foot. well, the momentum of the "smack" carried his legs over his head and he flipped off the couch. his head smacked the ground pretty good. i didn't really feel bad -i mean, he started it- but then he started crying and as i picked him up i thought about how irritated i would be if someone pushed me headfirst off the couch. and then i felt bad. poor kid. i made him watch "what not to wear," fed him red pancakes and crunchy bacon for dinner because it sounded good to me, and failed to find his new peter pan sword and belt that i misplaced last week. he told me the other day that he didn't want to live here anymore. i don't blame him. i don't want to either. the ultimate kick in the pants came at bedtime: he cried himself to sleep because he missed a certain someone.