Moms who shoot daggers, shame on you.
Last week when I picked up Little BooBoo from preschool he was playing in the big yard, undoubtedly having the time of his young life. The moment he spotted me walking toward him, the melodrama began.
He didn’t want to go home and wanted the entire western hemisphere to know. Nevermind the fact that he’d been there 9 hours, my presence reminded him of all that was wrong in his world at that moment: leaving the big yard, leaving his best buddy, the treacherous commute home, all of it. The hysteria was of biblical proportions and all I kept thinking was, Dude, I missed you too.
His teacher and I sprang into action…[read more]