Landon's (Half) Day at Daycare

Landon had his first bout with daycare today.  He and his one-year old "Honeybee" friends started out swimmingly, but I did end up getting a call around 1:30p that he had not taken a nap and he had been crying inconsolably.  *Sigh.* Well it's only the first day, so we'll try again on Thursday and see if it gets marginally better.  *Fingers crossed*

I can't read L's mind, but I suspect his personal diary for the day went a little something like this:

Hour one of my captivity. There appear to be other prisoners here in this so-called "Honeybees" room.  Their clothes are stained with remnants of breakfast - poor fools must have had to eat pieces of fruit, of course. I must determine an escape route so I can... wait, what is that? A huge red buggy that looks like a fire engine and seats six?! We're going on a buggy ride?! Weeeee! Escape plan put on hold.

Hour two. I'm stuck back in the room of bees with honey. They have brought older gremlin prisoners into the same room so we can play music together.  I don't see sing-a-long Elmo anywhere, though. Misery ensues.

Hour three. They have provided sustenance. I eat a measly portion of chicken and cheese to build energy for escape.

Hour four. They have put me behind bars and given me a small blanket. My plan is to scream incessantly until they remove me from the small jail box (which looks very similar to my bed at home, but I don't see Spot the Dog or Spot the Giraffe - I think this is some type of parallel hell). All other prisoners must have been drugged as they now lay lifeless in their own jail boxes. Fools, I told them the cheerios had been tainted but no one listens.

Hour five. My voice is hoarse from screaming. Wait, is that my mother I see? Is this a mirage in a desert of diapers? Oh, it is mommy! It is mommy! Escape! My plan worked!

Hour five and three minutes. Snuggled into my carseat with my blankie. Life is good.  Zzzz...