Year 1, Day 204

Jackson and I had a special day today, an outing to Ikea with his friends Cole and Quinn.  It was a wonderful afternoon, but quite a surprising morning . . .

I had an appointment with a realtor to relay our grim reality.  She was only going to do a "walk through", so I forwarned her that I have a little one here.  She had no problem with that, as she expected it to take less than a half hour.  Almost and hour and a half later, I was exhausted.  Not because of the news that she was telling me, although that did hit me later . . .

It was because, the moment she walked in, Jackson was overtaken by the devil.  With flames of fire coming out of his ears and nose, he ran around this entire place, throwing toys, shredding tissues, dive bombing the kitty litter, handing the lady a sprinkle of little (most embarassing!), jumping on the bed, and just being a complete tyrant.  I think she picked up her phone at some point to call Nanny 911.

When I was about to give up and put him in the crib to contain my possessed toddler, my little boy emerged in an instant.  He pleaded to be picked up by the realtor ("up, up, up!") and nearly kissed her.  He pulled on her legs and handed her every toy in this place, from his dog to books.  She was explaining the market, and he was shoving books in her lap.  It was my first experience of having to redirect him away from someone who is not really there to play with him.  It was awkward.  Like a dog that licks the face of a dog hater . . . incessently.