Separation anxiety. Stranger anxiety. Clinginess. Whatever you want
to call it, 50% of my kids had it. When my older son went off to
kindergarten, clearly an evil place filled with light colors and silk
cloths and wee gnomes and magic, they had to peel him from my leg where
he had become suddenly attached like a barnacle.
After six months
of peeling Barnacle Bill off my leg four mornings a week, I found out
that as soon as I was out of sight he transformed into the leader of a
little kindergarten entourage.
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