This morning, as I left Monkey's school, I happend to see one of Monkey's favorite classmates - Roman - arriving at school with his mom. Roman is the single-most adorable little boy in her classroom, and this is saying something, as the other little boys really give him a run for the money in cuteness.
I confess that I have a special place in my heart for Roman because on the days that I drop Monkey off and he's already there? When I say bye to Monkey? He'll run to the door and say "bye bye" to me.....even if Monkey is ignoring me! You know, because she's busy and stuff. As if! And yes, I have a magic crystal ball and just witnessed my daughter when she's 13. Oy. Payback's a bitch. Sorry mom and dad! Really! I repent!
But this morning, Roman was curled into a small ball in his stroller, literally balled up, and sound asleep. I commented to his mom that he looked adorable. And her response? "This is stress."
In response to my puzzled look she confessed that he had been throwing temper tantrums this morning, and as a result, he cried most of the subway ride there and thoroughly exhausted himself. Awww, poor guy.
I asked what the tantrum was about, because normally Roman is the "good kid" in the class - the one the teachers always use when explaining role model behavior to the other parents (of non role-model children, like my own insane toddler....).
So, apparently Roman refused to put his pants on this morning, and wanted to come to school in a t-shirt, diaper, shoes and socks. But NO pants.
It was all I could do to keep from bursting into laughter. And think that if this was a zombie movie, Monkey would be Zombie #1...you know, the first one infected with the virus, that runs around like mad biting everyone else and infecting them.
What a great B movie title: Attack of the Pantless Zombies!
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