The evening started out horribly. I picked up Ethan only to hear that he had given his teacher some major attitude about picking up a mess that wasn't his.
"Does this mean no Dino Dan?"
That's when he darted under the sensory table and sobbed huge crocodile tears. Once I finally dragged him out, the tears just kept coming. He was tired and grumpy. I know the feeling. Apparently he hadn't napped and had oh so needed it.
I thought the evening was a goner. I chalked it up to misery and mentally planned the guilt trip I'd give him when he turned 18.
But then we got home.
I bought Scrabble Cheezits and started a game where if he read the word I made, he could eat them. He did fabulously. He ate a lot of 3 letter words - even a few 4 letter. Then I asked if they'd like a bath - and they jumped right in.
That's when I knew the night had turned.