For whatever reason today -- maybe he was tired, feeling a bit sick w/ his stuffy nose, or just a mood swing -- but Drew was not happy to get dropped off at preschool today. He kept grabbing for me, and then the big old teardrops started falling. It was a different kind of crying -- he just seemed out of sorts. Very quiet, red-faced crying, with tears that hit the floor and left stains the size of dimes on the floor.

Only one more hour until Lizzie picks him up after work. My heart's breaking. Surely he did fine. Right?

This dad stuff is HARD. Later...