Stick to the Plan

Last night, Michael and I worked out a plan for him to drop off Grayson's pre-k packet at the elementary down the street on his way to work, but we decided it would be best if he took Gray to preschool first. For some reason, daddy didn't stick to the plan this morning and instead took Gray into the elementary with him to turn in the paperwork. 

It wouldn't be an issue except that Gray is convinced he's going to pre-k NOW. As in, he thought daddy was dropping him off at the new school this morning. 

When Michael dropped him off at his preschool instead, Gray began crying and kept going on about wanting to go to pre-k. Daddy tried reasoning with him, explaining that he can't go to the big kid school until he's four, but you can imagine how well logic worked during a meltdown. 

I'm glad Gray is excited about the new school (and hopefully we'll get a spot for the fall), but I must say I wish we'd never talked about it in front of him. Now every time we pass by the school (which happens to be right next to Aunt Emily and Uncle Levi's house), we get hammered with 20 questions about pre-k. 

So now I have a new plan: Avoid the entire situation. Stop taking the shortcut home through the neighborhood to avoid passing the elementary school.