Not Today

A couple of stories about my Haysie.

Number 1: After doing her morning routine, (signing in, lunchbox away, backpack in locker), Hays goes and sits in the "Leader" chair.  It's actually a little wooden throne, very cute.  Mrs. Woods says, "Hays, come to your spot on the rug so we can begin our day."  Hays stays put on the throne, "No," she says simply.  Unfazed by her unwillingness to comply, this is standard operating procedure, I'm sure.  "Hays.  Come to the carpet now."  Again, "No." Then she adds, "Not today."  Ready for a standoff, "HAYS..You need to come to your..."  "No, not today."  Mrs. Woods decides to check who the leader is for the day.  Well, well, well.  Hays is the leader for today.  Thank you very much.  And Mrs. Woods couldn't be happier about that.

Number 2: Here lately, I have been trying to let Hays walk herself into the class.  I usually walk her to the door and get a few hugs from Hays and her friends.  It's a nice way to start the day. But, I am trying to let her grow up.  So, I've been stopping farther and farther away from the door and letting her walk go on her own. 

Our sneaky way into Hays and Madden's school is to park in the back parking lot and walk through the cafeteria.  This allows me to miss most of the traffic in the front of the school.  Also, I can really push it to the limit time wise.  I've been known to screech into a parking spot at 7:55 and drag the girls into the building as the bell rings.  The other day, Hays's friend Daniella was eating breakfast and Hays says, "Walk with Daniella?!"  I, of course, ignore her because I want my goodbye hugs and this new plan may interfere with my routine.  She says, "Walk with Daniella?!" again, and dang it if the teacher didn't hear her.  "Sure, Hays.  Why don't you walk with Daniella today."  Uh, okay.  So, she waits for her friend to finish eating, grabs her hand and walks down the hall.  She looks back briefly and says, "See you later Mom."  What?!  Stunned.  I stand in the hall waiting for her to come back and say, "Maaahhh-meeeee."  She turns the corner, and is gone.  I wait, still unable to process this.  hhmm.  Well, things aren't all bad, as I look down at the little one holding my hand.  I still have my Madden to baby a little while longer.