You may recall we have B in preschool Tues/Thurs in the morning, then at 11:30 we drive him to his daycare.
For the record, he seems very happy when we pick him up.
But when I drop him off, it breaks my heart and maybe his too.
Today, as we are driving from the preschool to the daycare, we had this conversation:
Me: are you happy?
Me: why not, sweetie?
B: (quietly but with no emotion) because I just wanna go home.