School day horror

Sam spent his first day at school without me today. When I told the teacher that I would be letting him fly solo today she asked sarcastically, "So soon?" Fine. So I'm a little attached to that little bugger and couldn't bear to leave him alone last week. But I think I did the teachers a favor because he gave them a taste of the real Sam today. When I arrived to pick him up ( a bit earlier than school actually let out, of course), Miss Peggy told me he had poked himself in the eye. This eye poking and scratching was something I had been warning them about all week but they had yet to see it for themselves since I had always been there to mitigate. Fortunately, the damage was not bad at all but I let the teacher apologize and sit with her guilt for a bit. Then she told me how Sam had scared her because he got upset about something while she was changing him on the changing table and nearly hurled himself off. Another little thing I had warned them about. Apparently she didn't know how strong and determined he could be. He ended up peeing all over his clothes while his diaper was off during this struggle. I had forgotten to bring an extra set of pants which is why I found my son dressed in some god-awful blue polyester britches about 2 sizes too small for him. I swore I would never be one of those moms who dressed her poor retarded child in some get up like green sweats banded at the ankles, a yellow turtle neck and sneakers that they haven't sold in any reputable store since the mid-seventies. And never would my child be caught dead in polyester. I should have taken a picture so that you could experience the true horror yourselves. But there shall be no photographic proof of this catastrophe. And if any of you mention this traumatic event to me in polite company I will deny it and call you a poopy faced liar. The true chiller here is that Sam had a doctor's appointment right after school and I did not have any pants for him in the car. Not one to let my child be publicly humiliated we rushed home to grab some pants. Jackson was extremely distressed over the fact that I didn't change Sam right away but I assured him that I would change him out of that freakish apparel as soon as we got to the parking garage at the medical building. And you better bet we found a parking space in a dark corner away from public viewing.