In the picture above, I snuck a shot through the door window. She's sitting on the aide's lap, and she's most unhappy. But I'm sure she'll be doing great after a couple of more drop-offs. Izzy is already doing much better, and he's way more introverted than Sophie.
Speaking of whom, she just started crying while I was typing that, so I went upstairs to find her rolling around on the floor across the room from her bed, holding her teddy bear and saying something that I think was, "I play, I play." I took her to the bathroom and then back to her bed and she was protesting all the time with the same thing over and over. I told her I couldn't understand and she said, "Please, mama, I play." So I asked her if she wanted to play and she shook her head yes and started crying. I told her that she could play tomorrow but that only made it worse. "I PLAY! I PLAY!"
Finally I just told her okay and she settled back down. Hard to tell what was just going on in that cute little noggin of hers. Then again, it's always hard to tell what's going on her head. She's a fascinating creature, this little daughter of mine.