Today Max bit a classmate’s finger and had to go see Mrs Anna, director of his school.
This morning he lost the privilege of playing with his trains for the rest of the day because he hit me. Then when he went to school I guess things didn’t improve. Mrs Eileen, his teacher, brought him to the van this afternoon and filled me in on the details.
Now Max can’t play with his trains tomorrow, either.
We went to Granny’s after school for lunch, and Granny let him know that biting is unacceptable. Then, after we came come Mimi stopped by and let him know that biting is unacceptable. Mama’s been on his case all evening, too, and we believe we have him straightened out on the biting.
Grandpa would have gotten onto him, too, but Grandpa is battling a stomach virus, which we guess he caught from us. In the twenty-one years I’ve known Grandpa, this is the first time I’ve known of him to have a stomach virus.
Mama and Max are playing in the floor as I write this, and we plan to be in bed by 9:00 pm with lights out by 10:00 pm. Max has a runny nose and needs some extra rest. Mama and I could use some extra rest, too.
I’m going to school with my favorite little fellow in the morning for Doughnuts with Dad.
Oh, how I hope for a better day tomorrow.