It went fine, really. My stomach was in knots and I kept having to breathe deeply and drink tea, but Brennan drank his milk and took a nap and apparently had a great time watching the other kids, because he was completely worn out when he got back but not fussy. It was weird that he smelled like Somebody Else's House, if you know what I mean. The daycare provider called in the middle of the day to make sure I wasn't freaking out and to tell me he'd done well, and the other kids were really cute and wanted to talk to Brennan when I dropped him off. So far so good.
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