Here's my preschooler.
Right before we enter the car and she begins the list of
reasons she shouldn't go:
"It makes me too tired."
"I need a time out."
"It's too much gas to drive there."
"Mommy, you will be sad when I am gone."
"I'll miss what happens on Maggie and the Ferocious Beast."
"I need to make my bed."
"I might throw up."
"I'm already smarter than you."
I really do love that she goes.
As soon as I drop her off,
I anxiously await some good quality time together.
As they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder.