Where's My Belt?

Dylan’s pictures came in today. I know that these pictures aren’t supposed to be the best quality, but Dylan’s individual picture is not even in focus. You may also notice that he is also in mid word…say pizza! You know, there is a reason behind the original word “cheese.”

The class picture- half the kids are saying pizza, and the other half is staring blankly. This is Dylan’s “bored” look.

After taking a look at the incredibly expensive pictures, and gushing to Dylan about how awesome they are, the teacher says to me, “Uh, Dylan’s mom, I need to talk to you outside, please.”

I swear- the feeling never goes away. Maybe it’s because I’m not that far removed from school, but when a teacher needs to speak with me in the hall I always get the same reaction. Every time.

I changed my pants and joined her in the hall. She told me that Dylan was uncontrollable today. He refused to sit on the alphabet rug, and got into a fight on the playground. He was also jumping off of chairs at snack time, and was crawling on the ground when it was time to read a book.

Hmm, sounds oddly similar to what I did this morning.

The conclusion I came to: school picture days will ruin your life. Do you all remember the chaos that erupted the day the pictures were taken?