The other morning, Nolan had an epic meltdown about having to go to school…with huge tears and wailing included.

“I don’t want to go to school! Mrs. Moustache is there! She’s scary!” He sobbed, tears rushing down his cheeks like a waterfall.

“Nolan, who is Mrs. Moustache?” I asked, completely thrown off and terribly confused. “Is that really her name?”

“Yes! She’s a teacher lady! She’s so scary!” He cried.

I couldn’t figure it out. Up until this point, Nolan has loved every teacher he’s come into contact with. He isn’t exactly chipper to go to school in the mornings, mostly because he has to wake up so early and get dressed right away and he doesn’t have time to watch his shows or play, but once he’s at school he has a blast.

He mentioned Mrs. Moustache yesterday when I picked him up, but he wasn’t overly distraught. He…