At story time tonight, one of the little girls had a meltdown upon reaching the doorway, and didn't end up coming in at all. Another had a full-on freak out 5 minutes into the session and left too. Meanwhile, my boys? Were fluttering their little hands, pretending to be butterflies for all they were worth. It was adorable. I'm torn between a feeling of "there but for the grace of god..." and pure selfish glee that the boys were so well-behaved, interested, and involved. I have to expect that I'll get my comeuppance one of the remaining three story times, but not tonight, my friends. Not tonight.
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Well, it's only fair the other parents have their turn, after all! I'm remembering how your first time at storytime went, and while your boys didn't have meltdowns, the others seemed a little too perfect. It's good to see others aren't perfect!
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