I pry Auggie's fingers out of the toddlers hair.
When I look up he is pulling another little girl's skirt-
She made the mistake of "We all fall down" ing in front of him.
I lift his fingers one by one off of her skirt.
I sit up and sigh and Auggie has leaned over and is chewing on
another mother's pant leg.
My son is a MENACE!
No one will sit near us at the sing along anymore.
Today I feel like Auggie won.
It is 5:30 and after the mother of all melt downs
Auggie is asleep.
I think he wore himself out.