Day Care Tomorrow

Thumper's first day without his moms comes tomorrow. Daycare, one of many right things that don't feel right. He will cry. I will cry. He will stop after a few minutes (I hope!). I will spend the day claiming to have just chopped onions. Please, please, please go well.

More tomorrow.

P.S., We did sneak over to the park today for swing #2. He still loves it: kicking, squirming, giggling. What was strange, though, was the rather pronounced tribalism at the playground. Three clusters segregated to different corners of the toddler pen: Chinese nannies, Latina nannies and moms (mostly but not exclusively Caucasian). Most interesting was the apparent segregation, though to a lesser extent, of their various charges. The psychologist in me is intrigued by the posible implications.