Caleb wouldn't get on the bus this morning. He was running away from me. When I did get a hold of him I was hit, scratched, and kicked. He flopped out in the driveway and screamed like a banshee. Five minutes. The bus driver helper finally got off the bus to tell me that even if we got him on the bus, he probably wouldn't be able to ride if he won't keep his seatbelt on. Did I mention that Carl left to go to work early this morning?
I drove him to school (once I bribed him with some cookies to get into the car). He got out kicking and screaming. He laid down on the sidewalk and yelled and kicked some more. It was quite the spectacle.
A teacher came up to me and asked me if I needed help.
She helped me get him in the line. A line helper kept him occupied. I turned to leave and heard him yell for me. I couldn't look back.
I got into the car and drove up and down the street to keep an eye on him. They finally let him in the school early and I hope that calmed him down.