re: #190 littleoldlady

I remember vividly when my wife and I took our first born to preschool. I felt that we were abandoning her to the Visigoths and that she would never forgive us. We went to the classroom, an aide opened the door and there were the children drawing on white butcher paper. Lauren walked in, sat down, grabbed a crayon, and began to draw. She looked at us as if to say. ” You still here?”