We’ve begun to conquer Pie’s separation anxiety. First we tried sending her to school with a tape recorder that had a message from me. Then we tried a letter from me. She took a book with her. Next we tried her stuffed hippo. Then, finally, we found what works and has worked all week:
She brings her purse. And in her purse is a tissue. And a lipstick. And when she’s feeling sad, she puts on a little lipstick on. And, voila! She feels better.
And, yes. She’s four.
Oh. Dear. Lord. I’m out of my league here.
