So, on Mondays and Thursday I get up early so all of us can be out the door by 8 to take T to preschool. T was laying on the couch and saying he was tired this morning. (Not something he usually does)
When we were walking in he was declaring he did not want to go to Creskool! He sometimes does that but is usually fine by the time I leave.
Today he was trying to hide behind my back and had tears rolling down his face and his little chin was quivering in sadness. I gave in. I took him home. Now he loudly playing hi-yaw games with his brother. I guess when he is this little I'm not teaching him that every time his chin quivers that he gets out of doing anythng hard. They are only little once after all. Would you have made him stay? In my defense his woke up with a bit of a cough and runny nose.
I guess this is payback for me though. When I was 3 or 4, my neighbors (who read this blog-sorry Valerie!) tried to get me to go to Bonneville's high school preschool. Those are actually probably some of my earliest memories. I remember being so shy that I would sit there and not participate in anything. At least he's not that bad!