This morning I dropped the boys off at preschool. It is usually a pretty uneventful affair. They both like going to school and have no separation anxiety....what-so-ever.
Today Zack took it to a new level. We arrived to the "Rainbow Room" where before care takes place. It's usually the same few early bird cast of characters including the Dynamic Duo-a mom and four year old daughter who just seem to love each other so much!! The have a routine. After mommy gets her little angle settled in they give each other three kisses, a nose nuzzle and then mommy gets a "push" out the door. Ahhh.... melt your heart.
Well today right in front of this mother-daughter fantasy Zack was at his finest. I leaned over to give Zack a kiss on the head, and he looked me straight in the eye and said: "I hope you have a very bad day mommy." Huh? You want a bad day bud? I'll give you a bad day! How about fish and brussel sprouts for dinner? How about we skip the 15 pages of Where The Sidewalk Ends and read People Magazine before bed? But no, I bit my tongue, finished my kiss, wished the boys a happy day and went on my way, avoiding all eye contact with supermom. I left knowing deep in my heart that Zack didn't really mean it....right? He adores me.....right? Right?