And the Oscar goes to.....

On the plus side, drop-off this morning was only slightly soggy and mournful. Beats the full-scale screaming and wailing of last week.

Faker.

I have reports that 5 minutes after drop off she's be-bopping around the room without a care in the world.

But still. We're halfway to school and that pathetic little voice drifts over the backseat: "I want to go back. I want to go back home. I want to stay with momma." And momma is this close to turning the car right around and going back home with her girl.

Two years old and she's playing me like a harp. And I wouldn't have it any other way.