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I got back home from dropping Henry off at his first full day of pre-school. When I left he was sitting outside with one of the teachers and a few other kids pulling sunflower seeds out of sunflowers. He was very pleased with the activity and once in a while he would turn around with a seed he had just worked loose, holding it up for me to admire. While he was engrossed with that activity, I snuck over, told him to have fun at school, patted his head, and walked away. It was a little more difficult to leave than I thought it would be, but of the two of us, I'm glad I'm the one whose heart was breaking just a little bit.

Before we left the house this morning I asked Henry if I could take a picture of him to commemorate the occasion. He said "NO!" and ran into the living room. After a little cajoling I convinced him that I would not be taking any pictures of him, after which, of course, I managed to sneak one in as he came back into the kitchen to go to the car. He wasn't pleased with me after that, but it was totally worth it. He doesn't exactly look nervous about going to school, does he?

Now I get to figure out what to do with the next two and a half hours. I'm thinking maybe I should take up smoking again to help calm the nerves, what do you all think?