There’s no way I’m carrying this thing down those steps.
I don’t even walk down these steps.
Well Thomas, I never knew you were a flying train.
Nice landing. My juice box is still in one piece.
Okay. I’ve got this now. Feels a little lighter than yesterday.
“Oh my gosh! I can’t believe what I’m seeing!”
“Mommy! Daddy! It’s over there.”
My fake “look at that” worked. I’m making a run for it.
“Uh…..I don’t remember running. I was just stretching my legs.”
This is poopy! I need longer legs.
A Dose of Justice (...courtesy of my crazy mom) 
Drat! foiled in my plot to skip preschool!
I’ll come up with a better idea next time.
Handsome is as handsome does.
I hope that’s a good thing.
It is a wonderful thing in the case of Justice.
Uh, oh, has the glow already worn off of school, Justice? It has only been 3 days!
What happened to my freedom?