My boy loves me.

Surprise, surprise, I was in a sleepy mood this Thursday morning. I like to think it was due to the fact I knew that I'd have to be adding an extra stop during my day that I wasn't thrilled to undertake.
Last week J got an email from a mom in K's class about volunteering to help for their Valentine's Day party(they get two "parties" a year, so it's sort of a big deal unlike when I was a kid). J couldn't but ventured to volunteer me since I am free during the day aside from B's pre-school drop-off/pick-up. I didn't exactly want to go for I didn't want K to be embarrassed( I would have been if my folks went to my school functions), but K said he didn't mind. Without going into drama that occurred in K's math class on Monday, I can say that I had reason to not want to draw attention to K. Regardless, he leaped from his desk, ran to greet me while gleefully saying "daddy" until he wrapped his arms around me.
I wasn't expecting a reaction from K, so I am a bit surprised by his hugging me. Don't get me wrong, I love my boy, but I wonder about him at times. It's not like I'd been away or anything, and the two of us tend to butt heads.
On another matter, B decided to cut a prize K got from his party so that she could give an orange piece of it to a friend of hers at school since his favorite color is orange. She didn't ask. She didn't say a word. She just used her scissors and destroyed K's toy. B is very sneaky, and she doesn't feel guilt so much as she dislikes getting caught. She eventually said she was sorry to K, but she threw a tantrum before she was ready to do so.