Almost every single morning, Carson’s first words are “MOMMYYYYYYYY!!!! Will you take me to school?” And when I tell him no (because it would make me late for work), he starts crying and showing a huge pouty lower lip with big fat tears falling from his eyes over his big fat cheeks.
It kills me.
So a few weekends ago on a Saturday Carson ran downstairs (at like 8.30a) and asked if I’d take him to school that day. I was just about to walk out the door to run to the grocery store for bacon or milk or something, so I told him to put his shoes on and we’d go. He still had his pajamas on and I told him that he could just wear those and he asked if it was pajama day (I told him yes). We climbed in the car and all along he thought we were going to school – I told him he could have his breakfast at school, etc.
Instead we went to the grocery store – with him in his feety pajamas and crocs – and I laughed the entire time. I told him we just had to get milk and take it back home for daddy & Mallory.
It wasn’t until we pulled back in the driveway and he still thought we were going to school that I got to tell him he was able to spend the whole day with me.
Hmmm…this is another story that was way funnier when it was happening in real life. Ha.