Yesterday I dropped Young T off at his first day of preschool. He was super excited (to the point of tears shed earlier because he had to wait until after lunch). Then I drove home with Miss S to put away groceries.
After five or ten minutes in the car, a sad little voice piped up from behind me in the car: "Mom, I miss T..." A minute later, "Mom, I need to go home and get a binky." (Her first defense against all that is wrong with the world.) When I stopped the car to check on her, she was morosely staring out the window, inconsolable. My heart broke just a little.
I'm grateful that my children are friends. Young T had a marvelous time and loved every minute of it. And Miss S survived by spending an afternoon with her beloved binky and Cinderella.