Friday, June 20, 2008
Yesterday, we went to the library for story time. It did not go well. I don't know if it was because he still wasn't feeling well, or if he had just completely forgotten how to act right in a structured setting, but it was a disaster.
He was totally that kid. I got sympathetic looks from other moms. I got the obligatory comment that was meant to make me feel better: "He must be an explorer?" He was all over the place and did not want to follow directions or do what the other fifteen toddlers were so pleasantly doing. He got one time-out and then we eventually left before it was over.
He also perfected a new catchphrase, "me." I believe he uses it as both me and mine, but either way he screamed it every time one of the other kids got near the book. The last straw was when he went over to a mom and her child and tried to take a book right out of their hands. I marched him out immediately.
To be fair, the girl leading story time this session is extremely sub-par and not the least bit interesting, but the other kids didn't have a problem with it. I'm not sure what to do about next week. Do I give it another go and see if he does better? I hate the idea that the other moms will be thinking, "oh no, not them again - she's a real glutton for punishment," as soon as I walk in the room!
at 8:15 AM