Bode started kindergarten last week. We could have sent him last year, but we weren't idiots - the kid wasn't ready, ya'll. It's that simple.
In an effort to make mornings tolerable around here (for me), I threw the smack down on the family not too long ago and announced that breakfast would be at 7:30 AM every weekday. If you want to eat, you must be at the table ready to engage in quality family time, complete with bible study and thought provoking conversation.
And so I went back to his room. And he was still sitting there in his underwear with a resolve on his face that would scare a serial killer.
It was ugly.
By that time I was done. I've never been happier for an early meeting in all my life. I left Andy to drag him to the car while I texted his teacher: We are in the middle of a show-down with Bode, who will be quite hungry when he gets to class. Do not feed the animal.
I am too scared to call this a win quite yet. For now, I'm living for the weekend.