Sweet Threesus!

El,
You are a handful these days chica. Good thing you come in such a sweet package. I should have known something was wrong when last week, as we left your classroom, your teacher wouldn't make eye contact with me. Minutes later you were sitting on the stairs in the lobby of the school barking that you would rather sit in time out versus go home with your mommy. Of course the lobby was alive with staff. The director, assistant director and a sundry of staff watched in rapt apathy. It's like they were in the studio audience of a Maury Povich show. Here I was trying to give them my best "patient parent" performance. Convincing? I think not. With Viv in her car seat dangling from my left arm and your backpack and Viv's bag in the crook of my right, I dragged you out with as much grace and decorum as I could muster. All the while muttering sweet nothings in your ear as I escorted you to the car. But today...today was the real kicker. Your teachers have been capturing quotes from your peers about the most recent class project about birds. There were several mentions about birds and flight, birds and feathers, birds and their nests. Then I get you yours. "Bunnies eat birds". Girl, what is up? I had to laugh...because frankly I'm too tired to take you to a therapist.
Hugs and Kisses,
Mom