Tucker is back to the separation anxiety stage, after being totally fine about being dropped off at the nursery in church or the YMCA for ages. Only this time he's bigger, stronger, and much more dramatic. He also is a lot less easily distracted.
We walk into a nursery setting and I see a fun toy that Tucker would love. Tucker obstinately refuses to look at it, just waiting for me to leave so he can pitch a fit.
Two minutes after I'm out the door, he's fine.
I personally don't think it's separation anxiety at all... maybe the new term should be separation obstinancy?
