Turns out that preschool isn't all that fantabulous. Sarah tearfully holds on to her daddy when he drops her off early in the morning and cries for joy when both her parents pick her up in the afternoon. She's not the only kid who cries and I've heard that she even tried comforting a little boy who was especially tearful during nap time. I'm not there to see it, but just hearing about her experience is heartbreaking. My rational self knows that this is necessary and she will grow and it will less traumatic for her over time, but another part of me is secretly planning a preschool prison break...