... a kindergarten boy who says at supper, "Mom, you make my heart hurt when you make me go to school".
This was the week of drama at The W House. Actually, every week is dramatic at The W House come to think of it.
Landon has not enjoyed being seperated from his eternal Activities Coordinator, aka his Mother. School has been a thorn in his side. The nurse at his school even called me a couple of times on my cell phone.
"Yes, Mrs. W... your son seems to have a headache."
"Um. No. My son does not have a headache rather, an aversion to your educational institution. His father says under no uncertain terms am I allowed to pick him up from school. Even though I cried every single day of 1st grade and I know the cross he carries. So, I'll call my friend Angie, and maybe she will pick him up."
But lo, Angie would not pick him up. Something about it's the law, life is hard, yada, yada, yada. So every day I'd greet him by the exit doors of his school. Forlorne, beat down, and just wanting his Sponge Bob with a side of order of Moma's snacks. I can't bear to tell him that if he's like me, he will never get over this feeling.