Me: Austin, let's get in the car. We're going to MOPS.
Austin: I don't wanna go to MOPS.
Me: Okay. You can stay home. (Jared was home. I wasn't just threatening to leave him at home alone.)
Austin: Okay, I wanna go to MOPS.
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Me: Austin, we're here.
Austin: Where?
Me: MOPS
Austin: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
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After I literally had to climb into the car and pry Austin's fingers off of the car seat straps, I carried him in (crying and kicking) and took him into the three year old's room. He clung on to my leg and made me feel like a true Mother of the Year as I left my screaming child in the classroom. The guilt got to me so much that I decided to leave early. I went to pick him up and found him happily playing basketball in the gym. He ran up to me all excited and told me about playing basketball, making me a Valentine and eating snack.
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Me: Oh good! I'm so glad you had fun! Do you want to come back to MOPS next time?
Austin: No way.
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