The 19th was awful dropping Jason off at school. He clung to me and cried. He fought and carried on. Jason is going to be the end of me. He's needs me so desperately. I know my baby boy. No one else knows him like I do. He's my sweet baby and I hate seeing him so upset.
I was so thrilled to pick him up. Not only was he happy to get off the bus he wasn't tired, and worn out. He just makes me smile.