So Mini #1 got in the car yesterday and says "You don't need to look in my folder today, Mom."
SIRENS are blaring and the sweat starts to bead on his brow.
There is was glaring at me...a big, fat RED FACE on the calendar sheet...that is pretty much like a manslaughter charge in the real world.
You see, in the preschool world, they get green, yellow, or GASP-red faces depending on their behavior. Clearly, we always get green faces, but yesterday was the end of innocence.
Oh no, then in the folder pocket is a novel size note with all of the reasons that brought on the horrid RED FACE. It's amazing how much that boy could do wrong in 4 hours.
This is the end of my sweet boy's innocence.
He is now in preschool prison without his favorite train set, set of construction vehicles that are clearly needed to do all of the work that goes on in that room, and his beloved 6 ft. stuffed alligator that is of course named Sam.
I am now exhausted and ready to turn him over to the preschool authorities as I am not sure that I can continue to raise this preschool felon and am scared to death of all of the other horrible things he could do wrong in his teenage years.