Preschool is destined to disappoint my son.

Charlie made his first preschool visit yesterday.

As we ate breakfast, he asked me to come to school with him

When I told him I had to go to work, he said, "I'm so sorry that you have to work, and I'm so sad you can't come. I want you to come. I will miss you so much."

So I was basically wrecked for the day.

Then he said, "My teacher better know a lot about water treatment facilities and how electricity gets into our house."

Suddenly I felt a little less sorry for myself.