[Van door opens upon arrival at preschool]
Weston (immediately): O.k. well, bye.
Mom: Weston, you don't have to say bye yet. I'm going to walk you inside.
Weston: Well, you HAVE to go home. You can't stay.
Mom: I know, but I'm going to walk you to your class.
Weston: O.k. well, bye. (repeated no less than four more times before arriving at the entrance to the building).
[Putting backpack and lunchbox on pegs outside the room]
Weston (looking around anxiously): Do I have to leave my lunch out here?
Mom: Yes. Just hang it on your peg.
Weston: But when is lunchtime?
Mom: I'm not sure, but your teacher will let you know when it's time to get your lunch.
Weston: But I can't take it in?!
So, we did have anxiety, I guess. And a certain amount of clinging. But, hey, lunch is really important. He had a great day. And, honestly, I prefer it this way. Without all the drama.


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