First day of the second year of preschool

I mean seriously…aren’t you just dying at how cute KP is in this photo of his first day of preschool 08?

Oh yeah, I don’t have one.

Why don’t I have one you might wonder?  Well, let me tell you.  Three minutes before we needed to get into the car, to get him to school, he started having a hissy-fit about the long sleeve shirt he had put on.  Mind you, this was the third outfit of the morning.  KP likes layers.  His dad doesn’t.  His dad was helping him get dressed (nicely).  And once they came to a truce on what that was, he liked it, for a little while, until he had to go to school.

Two minutes before he has to go to school, he continues crying over the shirt, then crying because he can’t find his backpack and then crying about his shoes.  I’m no help at this point because I’m annoyed and in a oh so motherly and nice way I say, “Well, if you had put it in it’s home, it would be where it is suppose to be.”  This causes more crying.

One minute before we are suppose to go, he wants his vesteses (for those of you who don’t know what vesteses is or are, it is when one wears more than one vest at a time – preferably two or three).  I then choose to ignore him and simply say, I’m getting in the car.

Once the tears were wiped and he got to school, he jumped in with so much excitment that you would have never ever known he almost didn’t make it.

Way to overcome KP, way to overcome.

I’ll fill in a fake photo later, he’ll never know.

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