Then came day 2. My mother in law is being charged with dropping him off daily, since the program doesn't start until 8:45. With that, she got the pleasure of having him peeled from her body by the teacher as he sobbed uncontrollably. The preschool director assured me that he was fine withing minutes and happily doing a project. Mmmmkay. I'll just take her word for it.
Every Tuesday and Thursday since has been met with "I don't wannnnnnna go to preschool!" and "I'm never gonna have fun there!" and "I"m not eating snack or doing playdoh or ANYTHING! EVER!". But every Tuesday and Thursday night he's all smiles and shows me the projects he's practiced and promises he'll "Never cry about preschool again. EVER!".
I definitely think he might be learning a thing or two though:
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