As we left Inwe's classroom this morning, Finwe asked, "Are we going to my classroom?"
"No," I answered, my voice tinged with sadness, "we're going to drop Larien at her school."
Finwe shook his head, brows knitted together. "Not my classroom?"
"No. Sorry."
When we exited Larien's building, Finwe tried again. "Where's my classroom?"
"Oh, baby, you don't have a classroom. There's no room for you."
"I want a classroom."
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Oh that makes me so sad for him. I know he'll bounce back from all the changes, but ... well, just a little sad.
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