that we will have to drop dib off and likely won’t be able to walk him into the classroom (he talked to our neighbor and another friend about it and apparently this is how it is done). when he told me this, i said, “no. that is not how it works.” he said, “i’m pretty sure that is how it goes. are you going to be alright?” my response was, “i don’t want to talk about it” followed by a little crying. i’m weepy; i’m pregnant. i can’t help it. i know dib is five years old but he has only be here nine months. it is like sending my 