This morning, Noah had his usual “we’re leaving the choo-choos and going to school now” meltdown as I tortured him into his jacket and shoes.

Once I actually began driving, before I even finished the first turn, Noah asked, “Church?”

I finished the first turn and hit the signal for the second one, a right turn out of our neighborhood in the direction of day care — not a continued forward towards the other exit from the neighborhood in the direction we take to church.

As soon as the car began to turn, Noah screamed. “No! Dat way! Dat way! Church!”

I really hope we get into the church day care soon.