Yesterday was kind of a rough day.
When I picked my kindergartener up from school and complained about it, he shot me a sympathetic look in the rearview mirror.
"You just need to go home, Mom," he said, "and have a couple of drinks and forget about it."
Perhaps it's time I start heeding his father's advice and being careful what I say around our boys.
Then again, it did sound like a good plan.