Last night when I picked Colt up from the baby sitter's, our conversation went something like this-
Mom - tell me about your day, buddy.
Colt - It was bad - bad, bad, bad.
Mom - Did you have a bad day at school?
Colt - Yes, it was a very bad day
Mom - What was so bad about it?
Colt - It goes too fast! I don't want it to end. Can I go to school all day? Please? Just in the morning is not enough . . .
Mom - Well, what kinds of fun things are you doing?
Colt - Not really anything.
Mom - You don't do anything, but you need to stay all day?
Colt - Well, we play . . . . . . and we eat snacks . . . . . . . and then we play some more!
Ahhhhhh, the life of a 4-year-old. When you're 40, you usually have to pay a lot of money to get to have a day like that . . . .