Yesterday I got to Hyattsville after work early, so I thought I'd pick up Q3, then zip over to C5's classroom to help for the last 1/2 of the day (which I do every Wednesday, causing havok and bad behavior every week, I'm sure).

So I nipped into Q3's classroom and she told me to go,she was still eating. No, she didn't want to go to C5's classroom. Go away.

So I did, and picked her up after leaving the elementary school.

At dinner, we were discussing our days, when Q3 started to cry. Big, hot, wet tears rolling down her face. Sobbing. Heaving. Face on table crying. Why? Because she didn't get to go to C5's classroom. And next time I was to pick her up and take her with me no matter what she said.

Got it.