I was so angry with Merlin this morning. I always put out his clothes on his bureau the night before, so he will dress nicely for school. This morning he came down in a really ugly sweatshirt. I had no idea where it came from. He told me that one of the Harris twins had let him borrow it. I told him to take it RIGHT off, but he said that it was “cool”. He had the nerve to say that the outfit I had chosen for him was babyish and he refused to put it on. I pointed out to him that it had a bulldozer on the front and babies do NOT drive bulldozers. Wow! I am not happy with this new streak of independence. I made him change and put him on the school bus crying. I told him that acting like a crybaby is babyish, not wearing a nice and very expensive shirt with a truck theme.
Meanwhile Starling looked beautiful, dressed like an angel like always.
The school has been calling all morning. Like I said, I never take those calls, but maybe I should? I don’t know. Maybe Mr. Williams needs to talk to me about Merlin’s naughty streak.
I think I have a my grain again.