Big E: The Boy Who Cried Poor
We kept Little E home on Mondays, because he just turned two and I felt like he'd enjoy some alone time with me.
I was wrong. Every Monday as we load Big E up for school, Little E stands an inch from the car and loses his damn mind. He wants in. Like now.
Mr. Yoy and I have discussed sending Little E on Mondays and have even asked the school to let us know how much it would cost to send Little E on Mondays for the remainder of the school year.
Big E picked up on Little E's despair and began lobbying for Little E to go with him on Mondays.
This morning, Big E asked me for the 22nd time why Little E couldn't go to school with him on Mondays.
I was out of answers. And patience.
LITTLE E DOESN'T GO WITH YOU BECAUSE DADDY AND I HAVE NO MONEY.
It is REALLY expensive to send these kids to preschool.
Big E went off to school with Mr. Yoy.
As Mr. Yoy walked Big E into school this morning, Big E reported to the head of his school that Little E can't come to school on Mondays because his parents have no money.
MUST. KEEP. MOUTH. SHUT.