As expected, we knew the drop off today would be tougher.  Connor was still cheerful walking into school, but by the time we arrived to the classroom, Connor did not want to go inside.  I ended up carrying him inside, and by then, Connor started to look sad and his eyes became teary.  He did not want to sit down at the table, and basically he hung on to me tightly.  He started crying sadly when I told him that I had to leave and would return to pick him up later.  Finally the teacher had to take him away; Connor continued to cry a lot and gave me the saddest look ever.  I just had to say goodbye and rush out of the room to minimize this torture.  I went to Connor’s regular room to drop off his lunch bag, and when I returned near the dropoff room, fortunately I did not hear any more crying.

    At the end of the day, the teacher told me that Connor did even better today.  He only cried for like 20 seconds when they first stepped out to the playground.  Connor participated in painting and made his first artwork there.  He even said to the teacher “Help please” when he needed help.  The teacher also told me she taught him how to say “Aqua” (water).  The report card said that Connor’s mood today was “happy” and he had a good appetite (that’s the Connor we know!)