It happened today. Our last child is old enough to go to Nursery. She didn't cry or try to cling to Mark...she's the youngest of six and she has loads of skills in the "entertaining oneself" arena.
I have mixed feelings about this. I love that she'll have her own class and start feeling "so big!", but I'm also losing my built in excuse to take a potty break mid-class or just have a walk in the hall. Now I'll have to head out on my own. That's strange.
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