We just got home from a little good-bye get-together at Dave & Buster's for Debbie. A nice amount of people showed up at different times. We got there around 3.

All I can say, though, is that Veronica was very fond of Debbie holding her, and when we said our goodbyes in the parking lot, she started to cry. "No, no! Debbie!" she kept saying, watching in the direction Debbie had left to go to her car with tears in her eyes and a pout on her face. She was sobbing until we got to the car and found something to distract her. I've already told Veronica what's going on, that she starts preschool tomorrow and that Debbie is moving to "Far, Far Away" (if you've seen Shrek 2, you'll know why I used that term for a reference), and we firmly believe that poor Veronica understood every word of it. She knew what was up, and I just feel awful for her.

More, cheerier news later, and if I don't write until tomorrow, then an update on her first day at daycare as well.