I also made him take one last picture in front of his new school. Aren't I a mean mom? Taylor said I was. He moaned and groaned the whole way home. I was trying hard to find positive parts of his day. I kept reminding him how badly he had wanted to walk to Kindergarten.
Finally we rounded the corner of our street and all I could think was that there was one cold Coke in the fridge and it would be my reward for being so nice to such a grumpy and ornery little man. There was hope.
As we got closer, I noticed that Chris was not back from getting Lylee from preschool. My heart sank. No Coke for Mommy, more grumpy Taylor. Chris had, of course locked the door. After several splinters I found that all 3 doors were locked. After a fight with the gate, I got it closed and planted myself on the rocker on the porch (thanks mom and dad!). Taylor sat on top of the cozy coupe and let me know just how many things he was missing out on by being locked out of the house.
After about 15 minutes on the porch, Chris came home and let us in. I have rarely been so grateful for an adventure to end.
Now Lylee is cranky and not taking a nap...