A mother at Clara's school congratulated me this morning on how smooth our drop-off routine is.
"Well," I said, remembering many days spent trying to prise a small hysterical girl off my leg, "It hasn't always been this way."
Winton has always been easier to drop-off. He is the boy who will generally give me an affectionate peck on the cheek and then announce "Bye, Mum." BUT, when we reached his daycare today, he pitched such a massive and uncharacteristic fit when I left that I could hear him outside the building.
1) Gah! I feel TERRIBLE.
and, perhaps also
2) Little bugger, with cat-like perversity, he's proving that congratulatory Mom wrong.