The first thing Flynn said to me this morning, as he was hugging me hello, was, "Is school over yet, for the day?" He was asking if he had to go to school today.
Oh great, I thought. Gonna be one of those mornings.
It was a bit whiny. Occasionally fussy. But it wasn't a huge struggle. And then we got out of the car and he was totally, 100%, fine. We walked in, grabbed some food from the cafeteria, walked up to his classroom, and he was . . . perfect.
I don't know why today was different, but I'll take it.