Strange days.
I wake Griffin up for school, he's fine.
Make him some breakfast, he's fine.
Tell him to get dressed for school, fine, finer-ie!
I comb his hair, teeth get brushed, water bottle ready, backpack packed.
No complaints.
But when we get to the door of his classroom, meltdowns occur, tears are shed.
"I don't want to go! I want to stay home with you and clean the house!"
Really Griffin? Really?!
In steps bribery. I picked up some pencil top stampers from the dollar section at Target and each day he calmly goes into class without crying, he gets a new set to open after school.
Griffin is all for it!
He'd do anything for new art instruments.
The stamps are Halloween themed, similar to these:
Please notice the "RIP" graveyard tombstone.
While studying his new set of stamps today, Griff was planning out his masterpiece and I overheard him say, "Okay, so..... the bats will go first and then the cats under them. After that, the pumpkins will go next to the Ten Commandments.........with spiders everywhere."
I was too proud to correct him.