I sign Milo up for preschool today.
Don't know if I should sing or cry. He is a sweetie pie, but I think he's getting bored with me.
This weekend he had a balloon with a face drawn on it. When we opened the car door at wally world that nasty old wind stole it away. Due to the fact that this was the 99th
straw-that-caused-an-emotional-breakdown of the day, he got really blue.
He cried and fussed.
(you know it's a bad sign when you walk
into the store with a screamer)
Finally he settled down and said,
"Maybe my balloon flew up to heaven and God is holding it for me."