Cool? Spool? Uh….What?

 

Yeah….School. That’s what it sounded like.

 

No thanks! I’m kind of booked up. I’m hanging with my dog.

 

I’m running with sticks, but only sharp ones.

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I’m working on my dance moves. You’d be surprised how much fine tuning they need.

 

(Okay…..That did not work.)

 

Plan A: (smile)

 

 

Plan B: (intimidate)

 

Plan C: (heartfelt plea) “Mommy. You already doubled my speech each week and just about quadrupled my OT. Aren’t you worried you might be overworking my fragile self? Plus, you know I’ll miss you. School can’t give hugs like you. And….you’re so pretty, even when you aren’t.”

 

Serious?! Three days a week??!! And you’re going to work with me at home too??!! Well…..I take back that pretty part.

 

THEN IT WAS THE MORNING OF THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL:

Uh…..So you slept on it and still think it’s a good idea?

 

Mommy. My dinosaur might attack you if I’m not home to hold him back.

 

(None of it worked, so I did what people nowadays seem to do to get what they want. I took my clothes off. ……. Mommy put them back on. I didn’t think that far ahead.)