Exploited A mother's guilt was invoked Monday morning.

My wife was very indecisive about taking junior back to daycare after the weekend of vomit.

The boy was acting fine: smiling, laughing, jumping, playing. But Kristi just wasn't sure if she should take him to school or not. She knew that she had to go to the downtown showroom to get some work related things accomplished, but didn't want to abandon her baby.

My 2 cents? Take him to daycare. If anything goes wrong, we can always pick him up, but at least this way you can still get to the showroom.

Apparently, the boy has been taking some drama classes. Once the car pulled into the school parking lot, he started clutching his stomach, stating that he was sick and wanted to go home, and all this while screaming uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face.

Kristi tried to drop him off, tried to stay strong.

It took 2 of the teachers to hold the boy as she walked out the door. But before she could get back into the car, the screams of her child tugged at every available heart string.

She went back in, collected the boy, who was still screaming, and put him back in the car.

Not even 1 minute out of the parking lot and the water works were turned off. No more screaming, and a large smile spread across the boy's face.

Guess what mom, you just got punked!

Well, mother and son had a nice long discussion and in the end Junior went back to daycare and had a normal day.

I never knew just how manipulative people can be, even little people (and no, I'm not talking about midgets).  ¶ 5:46 PM