Today was your second day of school. Guess what! You really, really love school.
And Noah, I'm so happy you're happy there, and that you enjoy all the activities and toys and play so well with the other children -- there are always a couple kids sobbing on the rug in the morning and still sobbing on the rug at lunchtime and oh dear heavens, I'm so relieved that you're so confident and comfortable there already -- but was the cheerful "BYE BYE! MORE SCHOOL! OKAY!" and the forceful and literal PUSHING OF MY BUTT out the door when I came to pick you up really necessary? And then the tantrum and the clinging to your teacher's leg? And the hurling of your body onto the floor and the hysterical weeping the entire way down the hallway and back to the car that I'm sure caused several people to wonder if they should intervene with the toddlernapping going down out in the parking lot? All of that? Necessary? Really?
I just think there may be a better way to express your love of school, is all.
Your Mother Who Is Having Another Baby And Totally DOESN'T NEED YOU ANYMORE EITHER
PS. That was a lie. Your dimples are practically oxygen.