It started with an alarm on one of our safes going off. It was going off because the batteries were low. It was going off at about 5:15 a.m. It woke up everyone in the house.
After the alarm was taken care of (which took way too long to fix), Jeremy made some breakfast. At breakfast was the discussion that it was Mother's day. The boys wished me a Happy Mother's Day. Then Carter asked when it would be Father's Day. Luke asked when it would be Kid's Day. We told him that there was no kid's day. He, of course, asked why. Jeremy responded with, "Luke, everyday is kid's day."
Brayden apparently thought it should be his day.
He screamed all the way to church (Jeremy was about to turn around and go home). He cried on and off during church; I did my best to console him. Then we went to lunch, at a delicious restaurant. Brayden cried on and off.
As Jeremy loaded him into the car, he leaned to me and said, "Why couldn't God at least have him not cry at lunch? At least not today." I assured Jeremy that lunch was still delicious and such a treat from appetizer to dessert.
He cried on and off the remainder of the day. Sometimes he has days like this without any rhyme or reason. He finally settled down shortly before bedtime when Carter and Luke climbed into bed with him and read books.
Apparently, Brayden did not get the memo that it was Mother's Day. Brayden wanted all the attention.