Kleenex Sleeves

Pre-school was a day that I'll never forget. It was the first time I would be away from under the protective wings of my parents and venturing into the larger than life world of sharing Crayons, graham cracker snacks and toys galore. (All ya'll Cabbage Patch owners out there...woot-woot!)

The moment the teachers pried my gripping, chubby hands away from the security I've always known as mommy, I knew my world would never be the same. The bewilderment at being left behind by my parents for the first time was a shock to my system and yes, you can bet I made sure everyone and their momma knew of my sorrow with each loud wail and woe-is-me-I just hiccuped-and-snorted-at-the-same-time-cry. By the way, sleeves work fabulous as a Kleenex when you're 4.

The only solace I found was in the kindness of a little girl who approached the hiccuping/snorting mess I was, took my hand and offered to share her toys. The rest of the day is a blur, but I clearly remember that because of that nice kid, preschool didn't seem so bad after all. I even stopped hiccuping long enough to enjoy the graham cracker hor d'oeuvres.

Each morning Kona Bean was dropped off to her doggy day care, it was nice to know that her cousin, Coco Bean would be there for her, too in case she started to feel even the slightest bit abandoned for the day.

It always, always helps to have a pal.

Happy Thursday!