Here's what happened this morning in regards to Emmett's shoes and socks. For simplicity, I'm going to refer to it as World War III because that's what it felt like.
Emmett went from excited about going to school to massively melting down over shoes and socks.
I had him in a pair of socks and sandals for a little while and then all of a sudden, he freaked out because *they started to feel funny. *
The meltdown lasted over 30 minutes and was sprinkled with *I won't go to school *and *I'm so sorry my feet feel funny. *It's as heartbreaking as it is frustrating.
Once we had reached the *15 minutes late *mark, we had no choice but to carry him to the car with a few shoe options and haul ass to the school.
Once we got there, we took some silly selfies and walked the boys in.
Elliott ran straight to breakfast and Emmett wanted to talk to his teacher about his shoe problem, so Lizze and I escorted him there. It just so happens that Emmett has our favorite teacher of all time. She was super cool about it and just said it would be something we would work on and not to stress out over it.
That was pretty much all it took.
I'll talk about after school a bit later because I'm going to relax tonight and watch *Supernatural *with my wife. ☺
