Julie and I entered Lyla's new daycare room this morning and saw tiny people sitting in tiny chairs around a tiny table. The teachers were filling bowls with Kix and milk. Lyla toddled off and sat right down. Julie and I filled her cubby with her nap accoutrements (blankie, dolly, binky), hung up her jacket, and waved goodbye.
I think deep down Lyla does not care about us at all. Or maybe it's that we can't compete with Kix.
She had a great day. The outdoor play area's ground is wood chips, and Lyla showed compelling evidence that she had spent the afternoon doing headstands out there. The nap went fine, the meals went fine, and there was only one instance where she started crying and asking for Mama.
Or maybe her teacher just made that part up.
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