Small Sadness

The second week of the summer school was finished.
Yesterday, we had hard time dropping J off, but he enjoyed afterward.
I thought he was fine finally.

We had hard time again dropping him off this morning.
He sneaked out the gate when A and me tried to leave.
It was the most frustrating morning for me.
But again, he enjoyed school afterward.
The teacher said his sadness was small.
Is this the way he is getting used to a new place?  It must be.

Showing his paint work.

A likes this straw hat.  It is pretty damaged though.