Every Third Minute

Two out of three minutes a day Destructoman is happy. The third minute is parental torture. He whines in the most grating tone of voice and fails to ennunciate anything at all, so you are left completely guessing as to what his problem is. Usually the solution to the problem is as simple as a hug, but sometimes he has to go to his room for a little alone time. In these pictures, Ms. Crazy Preschooler had just “stepped” (more like touched) his hand and he was really very sad and upset about it. She’s trying to comfort him as best as possible.