Mr. Christopher goes to preschool

He started pleading to go to school at 8 a.m.
"Mommy, put me in the car? Put me in the car to school, please?" he said. And 30 minutes later, we did. He was off to school.
Christopher hopped out of the car confidently as soon as we arrived and walked toward school. He told me he'd show me where his classroom was. He wanted to see his teacher. He couldn't wait to start.
When Christopher got to the classroom, he was a little less impatient, a little more anxious. He stood uncertainly, not sure about where to go.
His teacher took things firmly in hand, saying an enthusiastic "Hi!" and showing him where to sit - "Right next to Lilly!" There was a lump of playdoh already at his place, and he attacked it happily. Brian and I snuck out - walked out, actually, since he wasn't even watching - and went to another room to do some paperwork.
Then we had the brilliant plan of going back to say goodbye. The cry of "Where are you going?" echoed through the halls as we raced out of the building.
But two and a half hours later, he came flying down the hill from the playground. His teacher said he did great. He had a start sticker on his shirt, artwork in his cubby and wanted a banana and TV at home, not necessarily in that order.
It was a good start.