The Shoe Bomber

I feel like I'm the TSA and he's Richard Ried. We spent a good 15 minutes walking on top of the concrete parking blocks at daycare. No amount of bribes were going to work to get him in the car and a meltdown ensued. Stiff as a board but not light as a feather when I put him in the carseat. As usual kicking the dashboard happened immediately but a stern warning followed. I would take away his shoes if he didn't stop. He's lost his shoes on several occasions so this time he took heed.
"Griffin no touch. Griffin have shoes." was his chant all the way home.
I felt like crud.