When you're told that your child's school starts on 2 September, and you buy her new clothes that she may only wear when school starts, and you buy her pencils, crayons, glue, paper, and all the other accoutrement that come with going to pre-school, and you get her dressed and ready to go, AND you get to the school and try walking her to class, AND THEN you find out that--no--school doesn't start until the 4th, be prepared for the fall-out.
Such was the predicament for my sweet wife today. We've been telling girl 1 for weeks that today was the day she'd get to go back to school and see her old friends. Today was a gargantuan disappointment, and she let weef know just how disappointed she was. I can summarize in 3 words: it wasn't pretty.
Girl 1 likes to learn. She studies bugs and plays with them like they're regular toys. This presents a problem when they're playing in the back yard; we have a known problem with black widows that no amount of spraying or bug bombing seems to quell. So basically, we told her that spiders are OFF-LIMITS. She may play with box elder bugs, potato bugs, ants, or pretty much anything else she finds in the back yard EXCEPT SPIDERS. To her credit, she's done remarkably well. Anyway, so she has this penchant and passion for learning. Telling her that school was going to have to wait 2 more days was the equivalent of telling the female population between 9 and 22 in early 60s England that the Beatles wouldn't be performing tonight--they'd be performing on Thursday night.
Woman scorned? Try a 4-year old. Yikes.