Robert was spending an especially long time finding himself a snack and there was much rustling of wrappers. I finally had to go see what he was getting. He had taken out the candied ginger. I told him he could have a little bit if he wanted. He said, "Oh, I already had a little bit." "Okay, so where's the rest of it?" Back in the bag, of course. Yuck.
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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