On Monday morning, Logan was extra chatty during the drive to school.  It was a wet day, so Logan told me “it is raining…drive slowly mommy…drive careful”.  Later on, he suddenly said “Bye bye school, let’s go home”.  Then he went on to say “owie…owie in tummy…go home…go lay down”.  He sounded cheery so I knew that he was not sick.  This would be the first time he tried to talk me out of going to school. After that, he changed the topic, he said “monster in my chair…mommy, help get the monster!”.  He made me laughed.

     When we got to school, he changed to a grumpy face.  He did not want me to leave.  I tried to offer him cheerios, trains or even to help his teachers (his favorite thing to do recently), but he declined all of them.  He held his arms across his chest and said “No way!” with a pouty lip.  The teacher finally had to intervened so I could leave with any tears being shredded.  This is what I have to go through most of the times when I drop Logan off.  For some reasons, Stuart often has an easier time when it is his turn.