There are good days and there are bad days when it comes to preschool drop-off. Good is when he reluctantly lets go, does a tiny bit of fake crying but when I reach the door and turn to check, he's okay.
Bad is like today. He had a killer grip on my coat, I passed him off to one of the teachers, could hear him crying from down the hall. So I snuck back to listen to see if the crying stopped. Not only hadn't it stopped but when I peeked back in, he saw me and it looked like a new wave of crying was about to start. That's when I beat it out of there, to stop making things harder for his teacher.
At least I feel partially cheered up by the fact that his school pictures are awesome! The best of any of the kids' so far.