Ok, our track record of great days at school could not last forever, I guess.  He had a bad day.  Cried for an hour.  Poor little man.

Gee, could it be the late hours he’s keeping??  I wonder.  Last night it took us 4+ hours to get him to bed.  Yep, that’s right.  4 hours.  4 hours. 4 hours.  This is what I get for letting him sleep until 12:15 the day before.

Grandma went into school to pick him up with me and he just lit up when he saw her.

Tomorrow’s another day.