Most mornings, Daniel is up, ready to go and hopping out the door without so much as a whimper. But every now and then...
He didn't want milk in his cereal (after I'd poured it). He wanted to watch a movie. He didn't want to wear that shirt momma. And then it's just a downhill slide into tears and frustration.
And his teacher says it comes in little batches: the mornings he's cranky, so are three or four others. What gives?
--Misty
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
the crabbies
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