A Bad Day for "Tuh"

So, Tyson (Tuh) got up from his nap and was in the "I've had a nap and I'm CRANKY mood." He went outside to play with the girls, and while out there started to cry because his pants kept falling down. (I have that problem ALL the time!) So, he runs inside to me and starts to insist that I put on his belt. I, of course, had my hands up to my elbows in manicotti cheese stuffing, because I am an amazing mother like that, and was not in any position to strap on a belt. I tried to distract him by talking about "some other pants" or, just going in a diaper but he was set and determined to have the blasted belt. I finally said, "Why don't you go ask Kiki to help you?" He then went outside, sat down on the ground and proceeded to BAWL. Kiki, being the sweet, compassionate, so unlike her mother sweetheart that she is, instantly dashed to his aid and proceeded to coo and coddle him back into the house to look for his belt. She then came up and said, "Mom, I was talking to Tyson about what was the matter and he said, 'I'm just having bad day!'"

Poor guy :( After the belt incident, he ran up to me 10 minutes later bawling again! He showed me a fresh scrape on his arm and said, "I'm having a bad day again!!" As I type this, his sister is insisting she didn't mean to slam his fingers in the closet door just now....SERIOUSLY! That is one bad day. I got nothing to complain about.