I sat down on the floor next to Johnny and coaxed him into my lap. He sobbed, pressing his little face against mine. I decided this was more than a tantrum, but what could be wrong?
“Honey,” I said gently. “I’m sorry. Mommy didn’t mean to snap.”
I rocked him until he stopped crying and asked gently, “Why don’t you like daycare anymore?”
Johnny shivered in my arms and whispered, “I don’t like it!”
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“But why, sweetie?” I asked. “Are the other kids mean?”
But Johnny wouldn’t answer.
I sighed. “Baby, mommy needs to go to work, but I tell you what… I’m going to come and get you from daycare early today, OK?”
Johnny sat up in my lap. “No lunch?” He looked up at me anxiously. “No lunch, mommy?”
Lunch? I frowned. What was happening with my son?
I dropped Johnny off after promising I’d fetch him before lunch. He walked into the daycare quietly but threw me a pleading look that left me heartbroken.
