{dreaded phone call}

10:16 A.M.
telephone rings

me: Hello? (as if I do not already know this is the phone call I was hoping not to get based on the caller ID)

director: Leslie?  This is _________ from ____________MDO.

me: Hi. How is he doing?

director: Well....... (long pause)...... we just can't seem to get him to calm down.  We've tried reading him the book you sent in his backpack and we got out the cars and trucks like you suggested, but........he refused to eat snack and he won't stop crying for his mama. We might have put him through enough for one day.

me: I'll be right there.

My poor guy cried himself hoarse for an hour and ten minutes. When I got there he was bright red and splotchy. He ran to me like he hadn't seen me in a year. Pitiful, I tell ya.  Just pitiful.

Sigh.

We'll try again next week.