Monday night was Dad's night at preschool.
Melinda was pretty psyched about the whole thing. Tracey's Dad came over to watch Gretchen (Tracey had a bow-making class), so my leaving (normally a tragic affair) was hardly noticed. Melinda skipped to the car giving me directions about everything - she's four after all - she's a woman of the world. As we walked in, Melinda happily led me to her classroom. A couple Dads & kids were waiting when we got there. "That's Eric, Dad. And that's Colleen." I had informed Melinda that I wanted to meet all of her friends, and she was very good at letting me know who everyone was. School opened and after hanging up her coat, Melinda went right to the "kitchen." Over the next 17 minutes, I met everyone in her class (the fifteen other kids that came). "This is Bridget, and that's Molly and Madeline." We flitted from activity to activity. I actually got a couple minutes to talk with Mrs. Karen and Mrs. Mary. "Is she always this happy at