Today Grand Master H got shoved out of the nest and into preschool.
Go ahead, I know. He is five, but damn.
I was scared shitless to send him. The kid is a live wire and I didn’t want anyone to squelch that.
I wanted his personality to stay the way it is. I know, he makes me nuts sometimes, but come on people. He is hilarious!
So off he went. After informing me in the car that, “You aren’t a perfect Mommy, you know.”
When his sister and I went to pick him up, he burst into tears. The poor kid thought I wouldn’t come back to get him.
Yeah, I am the Mother of the Freakin’ Year.
As the day wore on, more and more information trickled out.
“I told them about Famous Baby C.
And I told them that you [Mommy] boss me around all the time.”
Thanks kid, I needed that one. So much for Mother’s Day.
And last but not least, “I didn’t tell everybody about my secret identity of a Crazy Kid.”
This is the boy, gettin’ all Lord of the Dance at Legoland in the jumpy water.
I just love his verve.