On the way to the mall, you hugged Margaret with your right arm and had the thumb of your left hand firmly planted in your mouth. KidzBop radio was playing on the SiriusXM.
"I don wanna go to p-schul."
"Don't say that, Evan. You are going to love school. You will make lots of friends and play so many games and sing songs. I talked to your teacher and she is a lovely woman. She told me all the great things she wants to teach you.
I told her all about you and she wants to meet you so bad. She hasn't met all the students this year, but she is sure you will be the tallest. She says you are probably the tallest student she has ever taught. You'll be the best at something the first day."
"No wanna go."
"Try it first and then we'll see if you have to go again. But when you do go, you want to look pretty don't you?"
"No care."
"Of course, you do. This will be a big day. This will be a day you will remember forever."
Evan thought that Mommy was right. If he had to go to preschool again, he certainly would remember it forever. Especially if Mommy put him in a pretty dress.
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