And there she goes to preschool. One day a week. 3.5 hours of freedom from mommy. Or is that 3.5 hours of freedom FOR mommy? Yes aaaaaaand yes.
Did I cry? No. She’s my 3rd… I’m a “first day of preschool” veteran.
Did she cry? No. If I wasn’t her mother (and gave her her middle name) I’d swear her middle name was “Adventure”.
It went down like this:
Mom: Peace out, dude.
Lucy: Peace out. Kiss?
Both: Mwah… Mmmmmwah!
Lucy: Hug?
Both: Grrrrrrraaaaaah! Grrrrraaaaaaah!
And there you have it. Another step in the climbing staircase of childhood independence.
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