Maybe there's some rule against looking put together in the toddler room.
Let's just say I know Henry's preferred brand of diaper, now. You'll have to
use your imagination because there's no way for me to put a picture up
without some sort of federal agency investigating me. This morning, Henry walked into the learning center with a new look. His
hair was combed, he had on a shirt and a puffy coat (there's still snow on the
ground in Chicago, after all). His socks were perfectly cuffed and his shoes
were velcroed tight. On his face, Henry wore a defiant smile. Where one might
have expected a pair of pants, there were none. As he was escorted to the toddler room by both parents and his four month
old sister, it wasn't completely clear what had gone down before Henry left the
house, but it was very, very clear that he had won.
Miss Susan might have missed it but I didn't. It wasn't cool to take the drum Kendall was playing with while Miss Susan
set up our apples and Cheerios this morning and it certainly wasn't cool to
pull her hair and run away with said drum while Kendall rolled on the ground
crying. Don't you know her hair has enough problems without your help? Miss Susan thought she was dealing with a simple sharing problem and thought
she was doing the right thing by merely taking the drum away from you. I know
better. I saw you take the seat Kendall had already claimed for snack time while she
was washing her hands, too. I was more than happy to sit by Kendall, in her new
seat, far away from your end of the table. What is your damage? Why are you picking on Kendall so much today? You know
what? It doesn't matter. I don't trust you anymore. You're violent, sneaky and
you can't share. I hope you and Julian have a very happy life together.