Guess what Mason sat in?

Now that I'm feeling better, mama and dada made me go back to daycare. I protested, of course. But no dice. I had to go. I cried the whole way there (again). I cried a lot when I was at daycare too. My teachers were all really great and tried to console me. Carrying me, giving me hugs, and letting me sit in their laps. I'm still not too sure about all this change.

While I was dealing with this difficult change, what were mama, dada and Mason doing? They were visiting the Stanley Cup at dada's work. Mason got to sit in the cup too. Everyone there thought it was the cutest thing ever.  Mason, however, didn't seem very impressed by the Stanley Cup.

It's really messed up that they only brought Mason. Just cuz I'm too big to sit in the cup, doesn't mean I can't go. So, how come I didn't get to go? Dada says I didn't get to go because I was taking my nap. Plus mama and dada thought it would be more disruptive if they picked me up to go see the Stanley Cup and then took me back to daycare - especially because I'm having such a tough time with this transition to a new classroom.

Hmpf! I never get to have any fun.