Carter's at it again...

So...I have discovered that 3 is definitely worse than the terrible twos. Carter has been so full of energy and says no to everything I tell him to do. He is so strong willed and independent (I know these are qualities that will be good for him later in life). I just have to bite my tongue and count to 3 a lot these days. He is definitely teaching me patience and tolerance. He really is a sweet kid...just one that knows how to push my buttons. This morning I was on my normal 3 mile run when he decided he didn't want to ride his bike next to me anymore. He decided he wanted to go to school even though I've told him a million times he can't go to school until he's 5. So, he sped off on his bike in front of me (I'm pushing Linc in a jogger by the way so I'm not super fast) and rode his bike right into the elementary school down the street. He paused briefly to push the handicap button to open the automatic doors to the school and then took off through the school. I was about 10 ft behind him at this point and had left Linc in the jogger right outside the doors. Carter rode full speed right past the office, several classrooms, the bathroom, and right into the back doors of the school that lead onto the playground. As soon as he hit those doors I grabbed him and dragged him right out of the school with the ladies in the office staring after us. Isn't he a joy? Needless to say he spent the rest of my run strapped into the jogger with Lincoln. I know I'll laugh about this one day, but today it's not quite so funny.