We dropped Ian off at "school" this morning. He doesn't usually go on Fridays, but I need to get some work done before I have to pull the plug on my computer and go into internetless land for about a week...(ahhhh I don't know how I'll function) But back to Ian.
He didn't cry. He didn't protest. In fact he heard a train as we got out of the car and said, "going to the train station." He announced it again as we walked through the door. Ms. Tasha (who we love) asked him for his ticket and he was good to go! We walked out at the typical moment as he was engrossed in something. No tears. Good.
As we drove out of the parking lot there he was in the doorway. Big smile. Waving. Happy! Only the big kids stand in the doorway when their parents leave. Wow! Now I am crying!