The Day My Heart Broke A Little

Sigh. He just keeps growing.

Last week, Ben had a "Jump Start Day" at preschool.  He doesn't start preschool until the fall, but all the kids get to go have a little tour and meet their teacher and their class and scribble on a paper and have a snack.  Ben was super excited about it.

And please note that the above sentence says he "was" super excited about it.  The excitement died about two days before when he innocently asked if I was going to stay and I told him no. 

That was not the answer he was hoping for.

Somehow we convinced him to go anyway, but things got pretty ugly at drop-off.  He cried so hard that he puked all over the driveway and in the end, his teacher invited Annie to stay with him.  Annie was thrilled and told Ben she would be one of the teachers and help take care of him.

I spent a pretty nervous hour waiting to pick him back up, but Annie must have done a good job cause he was back to smiles again when I picked them up and he was also very proud of himself for being so brave. 

So in the end, it all worked out okay...but it might be for naught, cause I'm not at all convinced that I'm really going to be able to send that little guy to school once fall rolls around.