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(I'm leaving out the us-asking-questions part of the conversation.)

A teacher hugged me. I cried a little: "Wah wah." I cried: "Mama."

We read a book about trains.

All the kids sit at the table together. All the kids had shaving cream.

I talked to my teacher. I said: "I will have a turn." With the dough.

We had apple juice.

I made salad in the kitchen.

I played with shaving cream! I had a flower smock.

I have a cubby.

Her teacher reports that Alex cried every time the teacher checked her diaper, but that otherwise she was happy. She held back at first from playing with the shaving cream, but then she had a good time. She was happily coloring when we picked her up, but then fussed about everything: "I want two snacks. I want to stay at nursery school. Not tomorrow, nursery school right now! I want to go in the parish hall. I want to go to the kitchen and look for snacks." (Obviously, Alex is too well-socialized to the ways of churches for her own good.) "I want Mama and Papa. No! No! I don't want to go in the stroller. I want my sunglasses. Papa want to carry you." ...and so on. I think there was a lot of built-up tension that needed to be released once she knew we had really come back to get her.