The Drop Off

I am not sure what is more heart wrenching...dropping Kyle off for his first day of school and he runs off without me getting to give him "the pep talk." I practically had to drag him back to get a kiss good-bye. Or, the blood curdling screams that came from Owen as I had to drag him out of the school. Then the drive home, again blood curdling screams, "Kyle, KYYY-le," as hit kicks the back of my seat. I hope that Thursday goes smoother or should I say I hope I don't get wells of tears again? It gets easier right?