Every night at dinner, we go around the table and say what our favorite part of the day was. Every night Sam says the same thing, "Going to two schools." He goes to 4K/pre-school, but it's not a full school day, so he also goes to daycare which he calls school. So, two schools. Favorite part. Every day. Got it.
Buuuuut, then most mornings, when I say it's time to get ready for school, he topples into a sad pile of Sam crying and yelling about how he doesn't like school and he doesn't want to go to school and school is dumb. Until I remind him that every night he tells us school is his favorite part of the day. Then he pops up, smiles, and says, "Oh yeah! Ok! Let's get ready!"
Totally normal.
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