Today was Christopher’s fifth day at school. The morning started just like any other. He got dressed, drank his milk, and we left for school. A few times, he muttered, “I don’t want to go to school, Daddy.” I reminded him of his teachers and friends. He seemed to have no interest. I reminded him of the bell he used during his last parade. Still nothing. I reminded him of the swings on which he would be able to swing. Nothing. I reminded him that he would be able to color. Nothing. Even the lure of pancakes failed to elicit a response.
When we arrived, Christopher held tightly to me. I was afraid the situation was going to get worse, when one of his teachers reminded him of the walking sticks. As I said, “what sticks?”, he got very excited, turned and walked away from me. Christopher and his teacher huddled around the aquarium. I said, “Goodbye”, and quietly departed.
My new tool…
Walking Sticks. Source: http://animals.nationalgeographic.com/animals/bugs/stick-insect.html
This gave me a loud guffaw – wonderful….I love your stories and of course Christopher and all the rest of you….G-Dot.
I love walking sticks! I always called the Stick Bugs. Very interesting creatures.