Henry was plenty familiar with preschool. He's been dropping off and picking up sisters there for... oh... forever. Still, when it was finally his turn he was more excited than an overly excited little monkey on crack. And that's no exaggeration.
The drive to school, after dropping off the girls, was full of Henry being his most outrageous. Jokes and witticisms and the true craziness that make him Henry. He even danced around and posed with his tongue out when we sat him on the steps of the school.
Inside he played and ran around. On crack, I tell ya!
And then suddenly he realized we weren't going to stay all day. There were no outright tears, but he certainly came close. In the end we gave a quick couple of hugs and then slipped away while he was distracted.
Two hours later he was glowing with pride at being a big boy at school and he hasn't looked back.
