goodbye! have a good day!
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Tokyo, 2009.09.03
When I drop The Boy off at the daycare, I usually go through a little routine. I tell him that I love him and that I want him to have a good day with his friends and to listen to the teachers. With a peck on the cheek, I then have him do an airborne somersault where I hold him by his arms as I flip him over and set him down on his feet.
Recently, he's taken to this last bit by simply walking away from me as soon as his feet hit the ground. It's like he thinks he's free of me, or something. He doesn't wave goodbye, he doesn't even acknowledge me. Sheesh.