Praise the preschool teachers among us

We said no to crackers. Well first we warned that he would get two more, then we gave him 2 more, then we said no to more. The day kind of took a downward spiral after that. I hope he took more away from preschool open house than the memory of being dragged home down the sidewalk screaming with mom on one side and dad on the other. Two hours later I wasn't sure he still remembered why he was so mad. Clayton, can you tell me what is wrong? MORE CRACKERS. Okay, he remembers. The kid has a mind like a steel trap. But we press on. And we snap photos of puffy-eyed rage because laughing at the absurdity of the two year-old meltdown is the final step before locking yourself in your bedroom with a bottle of whatever we might be convenient. And if you don't know, the two year-old meltdown is contagious, which brings me to my sympathy for their teacher as she will have 8 of them to contend with, and she won't have any booze to turn to for comfort nor does she carry a camera in her pocket to lighten the mood. Bless you.