The Biter Strikes Again

Rough morning. I bit Mommy. Woah, did she yell and yell at me.
Samantha jumped in as the lone voice of reason on this crazy morning and asked if she could talk to me alone.

We trooped off into the hallway and Samantha explained that Mommy was really mad because I bit her and I need to apologize. She brought me back to Mommy and I said, "I'm sorry, Mommy."

Then we all felt better and hugged it out.

At school, I filled my push wagon with leaves and wood chips.