NO, mommy, DON'T GO!

It was the most dramatic get away I have had to make yet. Maybe it was the shortness of it, as I was running late. Or maybe she was tired and cranky. In any case, as I dropped her off last night at Grandma's house, I looked (regretfully) at the front door as I drove away. Knowing she would be there, since she had attempted to keep me from leaving by wrapping her arms and legs around me like a serpant during the "pass off," I still did not expect to see her face smushed into the the glass with her mouth wide open, tears rolling down her face. Both arms were clinging to the door and even one leg was up as if she could climb through the glass.
It was horrible. I felt terrible...
But, of course, they said 10 minutes later she was playing with Oliver, the dog. Whew!