Anyhoo, Baby Twerp started his first day of Mother's Day Out today. It is one day a week and let's just say I was a little apprehensive. All month I have been playing this up and talking about how much fun school would be and all the friends he is going to meet. He would simply reply with the same standard prerecorded message every single time, "I will not go to school." I almost expected him to break out in rhythmic rhyme each time, "I will not ,could not in a car, not in a tree not with a bee. I would not, could not with a fox or with a box. I will not go to school no way. I will not will, not let me be." But he didn't.
But this morning he got up and we just ignored the fact that I would be taking him to school...without me...all alone...for 4 whole hours. And I handed him is lunch in a gallon zip lock cause we have no lunch boxes. And this is the look he gave me...
I was already getting from a 3-year-old how UNCOOL it was to carry his lunch in a zip lock.
We decorated it with his sister's stickers and that made it better.
And then when he saw what I packed... He was all like "Mmmmm, food." I so know my child's love language.
As we pulled in the parking lot he immediately started his chant, "I will not go to school. I will not go to school. I will not go to school." with inflection on a different word each time. It was kinda cute and even entertaining, but I had no time for these silly chants. Please let me be.
I was totally prepared for the melt down. I was armed with tissue and mascara. Bring it on.
Baby Twerp found Frucks and Frackers.And life was wonderful and pure and sweet. And he turned around and waved as he said, "Wuv you Mom. Bye."
Thank goodness I brought the tissue. Sniffle. Sniffle.