Remember my post about Diva freaking out about going to day camp? Of course you do, it was like two posts ago.
She still freaks out and she's been about 7 times now. Today I took her out of the car and in between heaving sobs and whining my name (about 600 million times) she started crying out:
"My legs are broken! I can't walk to camp...my legs are broken!"
From the sounds emanating from her little body you'd think I was hauling her off to the gas chambers.
I promise, all they do there is paint, draw pictures, eat snacks and play games.