Well, he didn't cry when we dropped him off. Neither did Deb.
Today was Christopher's first day of preschool. He slept in (why doesn't he do that on weekends?), had a good breakfast and got dressed.
We're in the middle of some bad weather right now (remains of Fay) so we left extra early. We arrived at the school about 20 minutes early and waited. I was again the red sports car in a sea of mini-vans and SUVs. I think I saw 5 other cars total!
At 9 we walked him he. At first he tried to not go into the room, but I blocked him with my leg and he went in. He then turned around and tried to run out, but Deb and I had him blocked. Silly boy, we've done this before!
A few seconds later he found a puzzle he liked, then went to the easel to draw. A few minutes of that he found the pots and pans and started banging on them. That was our sign to leave.
The teacher said he was sad and cried a little while we were gone. When Deb met him after class (a whole 2 hours!) he was a little sad but cheered up when he got a new Thomas the Tank book.
Wednesday is supposed to be harder since he now knows what he is in for.