Last week I had to take Mojo to his kindergarten screening. Unlike every mother there, I had not prepped my child. Indeed, I don't think I could--the poor kid has like three addresses. But I hadn't even really mentioned it to Mojo until the day before the screening, at which time he told me--I"M NOT GOING. Well, yes he was, however, I asked why. Response: John Paul has to do too much work. I do not want to be in kindergarten. I like pre-school. Then to make sure I knew just how unready he was for this and how he had every intention of throwing the entrance test, "Mommy...I don't even remember how to spell my name..." (He could have at least said he didn't even know the alphabet, because that for the most part is true). So I come home from work to take him. He thinks he is going to pre-school so jumps in the car easily enough. However, upon realizing our destination and where we had stopped--he refused to get out. I had to carry him into his screening. Luckily, they had a folder he needed to carry and a fish badge to wear around his neck and some of his friends for school were there, so he did go in without too much of a hassle. Lord only knows what he answered....