Jonathan was having a bad case of the "Nos" this morning. He was sitting on the sofa, crying. I asked him if he wanted something to drink, and he said "No". I asked him if he wanted breakfast, and he said "No." I asked him if he wanted to watch cartoons, and he said "No." Jim asked him if he wanted to just sit there and say "No", and he gave a look of recognition and didn't say no.
Banned from the YMCA
It hasn't come to that, but Bobby did: disrupt the "Mat Rats" class by his usual tomfoolery, bean a girl on the head with a hard plastic toy, swipe a piece of chocolate from a little boy, and was about to swing another hard plastic toy around his head when I finally caught up with him. This all was after the morning, when, in the cold rain, he decided to lead me on a chase around the preschool parking lot. At dinner I announced I was running away to join the circus. Bobby replied, "Mommy, you don't have to run. You can just drive your car to the circus."
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