Ee-ee and I figured: This boy is just pushing for luck.
In the Morning Max kicked up a big fuss about going to school.
He insisted it was already the last day. I explained that this is a new week.
He refused to change (forget about taking a shower), didn't want any breakfast and insisted that Grandma was to stay home and not go along so that he too could stay home.
I carried a wailing-and-kicking 3 year-old to the car.
He refused to get into his seat, so we both sat at the driver's seat for a while, while I talked to him.
Finally I managed to get in into his seat, with some coaxing and persuasion.
He was still protesting.
When we got to the main road he was alright.
We chatted about the different cars we spotted on the road and looked out for trains.
Mommy talked about how Mom and Dad both loved school from the first day of school and we never cried because there's just so much to do and it's so fun to be in school (this is all true, btw) and our teachers were all good and helpful.
When we got to school, Max protested a little at the stairs. He wanted to go buy sugar with Ee-ee and bake cookies with her. But when he got in and put his bag down, he was already running off to see what a teacher was doing in preparation for that day's craft. He never looked back.
Well, we might have... or we should probably expect a few more days of morning drama but I think he's ok.