But we moved into the second part of the year and he got dropped off one day a week and figured out how to be just fine with it. I saw him enjoy himself and look forward to it and grow attached to his teachers. So I'll be a little sad that we start over again next year when preschool begins. Fisher has a lot of love for Ms. Sarah, and Jane and Jean and Darcy, too!He doesn't have any clue what it means to be at the end of the school year, other than he won't see his friends and that bums him out (actually we'll meet at the park once a week, buddy!), but he ran out to meet us like he knew school was out for summer. Before we headed to schools that morning, I got a happy smile, but I can't say it was happiness because it was a school day, or even that it was the last school day.