It all started with Michael Jackson. Will was screaming "MICHAEL JACKSON!" and "NO. MICHAEL. JACKSON!" for what I still figure is NO damned reason at all. He picked up a book, "The Good Night Bible." He pointed to it and said "This is the Goofiest Michael Jackson Show." He then asked me to read him "The Goofiest Michael Jackson Show," and I told him I couldn't read "The Goofiest Michael Jackson Show," but I could read him "The Good Night Bible." That was not sufficient for Mr. Will.
He threw books. I grabbed him and put him on his cot. He kicked books. He tried to kick me. He kicked whatever was near.
He then decided to watch tv. He flipped his cot up against the bookshelf, snuggled his back into it, and "turned on" the "tv" with an invisible remote. He announced, "I'm watchin' tv."
Sigh.
I put the cot back down (fatal mistake) and tried to make him lay on it, or sit on it quietly, or anything but messing around. Fail.
Eventually, all nap times come down to Will screaming and wailing and making baby noises (jealousy issues of little brother) until he either (a) falls asleep or (b) is removed from the classroom and taken to be someone else's problem for my sanity's brief respite.
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That is so freaking random. It's hilarious.
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