Guard's a Sunbeam

Guard loved nursery.  Really, really did love it.  He loved the toys, the snacks, the songs, the coloring.  He really was fond of his teacher, Bishop Dixon.  It was a sad, sad day when nursery was over.
He was not a happy camper going to Primary.  Every week in January he threw a fit.  He would sit on my lap in Sharing Time and yell, "I want to go to nursery!!" over and over and over.  His teachers, Sister Sintay and Sister Lambert were great and were so kind.  But, nothing was changing Guard's mind.  Greg and I were at a lost of what to do.
A few weeks ago, something switched in Guard's head.  After sitting on my lap for 10 minutes in Sharing Time, he climbed off, told me I needed to go now, and went and sat with his class.  So matter of fact.
His teacher sent me a text later that day telling me that Guard did great.  Kate was called up to help in Sharing Time, holding onto the iron rod while blindfolded.  She reached the end of the rod right in front of Guard's class.  When she took off her blindfold, Guard jumped up and yelled, "Really good job, Kate!  High five!"
Last Sunday, he walked right into Sharing Time.  He was so excited to show everyone his Kleenex, that Greg had given to him to blow his nose after Sacrament Meeting (he decided he didn't need to blow his nose, so the Kleenex was clean).  When Greg picked him up from class after church, Guard was so upset.  He waved his Kleenex in Greg's face and said, "I waited all class for someone to sneeze and nobody did!"  He was very put out.
I've decided we just need to send him to Primary with a Kleenex.  Maybe that will solve the problem.