Third day of "school"

Some resistance to getting dressed, but after we chased each other around the kitchen for a while he consented to putting a shirt on.

As I got him dressed, he looked at me and said, "Lina house." Like yesterday, he got upset when I told him we were going to school.

"You miss Lina and your friends, don't you?" He stopped crying and nodded. "You want to see them." I thought for a minute. "Maybe we could go visit them tomorrow?" Luckily this made him cry again, because I regretted saying it.

I walked away to put on my shoes and coat. "Hit!" said K, striking out with his fist. "Hit!" He knows he's not supposed to hit people. Instead he was punching the air. "You're MAD!" I said. He frowned and nodded again. "You're mad! You don't want to go to school! You want to go to Lina's house!" I said. "But Lina's house is for babies. You're a big kid now. Big kids go to school."

And he held my hand as we walked down the stairs. Thank you, Dr. Harvey Karp.

As we walked into the toddler room, I told him I'd sing him one song and then leave for work. And I did. More hysterics ensued, but at least we had a cleaner break this time.