You could just SMELL Monday all over.

8:00 AM IEP meeting that the parent didn’t show up for. All that rushing around and making D take the kids to their respective Monday places...for nothing.

The terrible twos have hit with J. And I’m afraid they haven’t really hit hard. Or as hard as they’re going to. I asked her to stay downstairs with me (because, frankly, if she goes upstairs by herself, she tears the whole place apart), and she turned around at the bottom of the stairs, smiled the sweetest 2-year-old smile you’ve EVER seen, and said “Mama, be right back!!” And up the stairs she went.

A’s 2-day fever of 102 finally broke today. He’s left with swollen tonsils and a sore throat (of which we are reminded rather frequently). He went to school anyway, because D said he should.

The best happened at work, though. I was working with a preschooler on those blasted k’s and t’s. I showed him a coffee cup. He called it a “toffee tup.” The rest of the conversation went like this:

me: It’s a what?
him: A toffee tup. My dad drinks toffee.
me: He drinks WHAT?
him: Toffee!
me: I think he drinks COFfee.
him: Yeah! TOFfee.
me: COFfee or TOFfee?
him: No...beer!