Some days your kid spits at the preschool director.

Some days your kid who is supposed to be showing off how very ready he is for preschool flings pencils instead and declares, “You bad lady!” to the woman you had hoped he’d impress.

Some days you want to burst into crazy, inappropriate laughter as your son lunges at the red ceramic fire truck that was certainly not meant to be played with but sits tantalizing close to his chubby hands on a less-than-impressed preschool director’s desk.

Some days do not go according to plan.

Some days are messy and full of a lot of mud slinging. They are impossible to control.

I’m learning to be OK with those kinds of days.

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