Change is no fun when you're 3!

Our ward changed times from 8:30am to 2pm yesterday and the jury's still out about if it's good or bad. Tommy "graduated" from nursery yesterday and I was so happy for him as he waved goodbye to me on his way to the Primary room. I was thinking, "Wow! What a big boy! He's in Primary now!" when he came running back and wanted me to sit with him. Well, this just happened to be the week that the Bishop came in and did sharing time and brought his huge fishing spear that he was given on a trip to the Amazon. Tommy was fascinated with it, and wanted so badly to touch it (and probably spear someone with it)! It was torture for him, and I finally had to take him out and bring him back to nursery. On his way out, he hit his mouth on a chair and cut his lip, so he screamed his way back to nursery. Poor guy. He was also tired and a bit confused why we were going to church so late. He spent about 30 minutes in nursery before I sent him to his Sunbeam classroom. He wanted me to stay with him, but I had to leave him, and he was fine after a while. He's been really clingy lately and has been really needy. I'm not sure what's going on, and, of course, he threw a fit about going to school this morning, and I had to bribe him to put his pants on! (Which was no small feat!) Hopefully we'll get back into our routine quickly, so Tommy can have the structure he needs!