Every morning at preschool, drop-off is the same.
- Sigourney and I have a great ride to preschool
- We have a mature conversation about something (“I see da moon. Moon is always out, even in day time.” “I go to pweschool because I’m a big kid.” “It’s a wittle cold out this mowning. I have a jacket, so I am nice and cozy!” etc.)
- We go into Preschool and wash hands.
- We play a game.
- I tell her I have to leave, and she cries.
We’ve got such a reputation going, that I have IN FACT heard that other parents, upon seeing us arrive, scurry out the door with hasty good-byes, lest their children breathe Sigourney’s air and turn their delightful have-a-great-days and I-love-you’s into an 80’s song (minus the L’s and R’s).
At the end of the day, Sigourney’s tune is always: “I had fun at pweschool. I love my fwiends.”
The following morning she always tells me on the ride to school, “I gonna cwy when you leave.”
And she does.