Max's new school

Today we went out to find Max a new school. The property manager here suggested a local one which is very close to the house and so we went there. We had barely opened the door and started talking to the principal when Mac stormed the gates and was sitting there with the big kids (5 years and up) drawing vulcanos and space ships. I talked more to the principal about the hours, rates, meal times - the usual - and by the time we had agreed on a rate ($100 for the month including meals and extended hours from 12 noon to 4:30 pm) he had pretty much forgotten about us.
I had meantally prepared for a tearful good-bye, big sobs and promises to be a good boy if we just wouldn't leave him there but wasn't quite prepared for the brief conversation that took place:
"Max, dear, Mama and Papa are leaving now for a bit and you stay with the nice people here and play with the kids."
- silence - then "Mama, look, I am painting a vulcano. The people of Mexico City are very afraid of Popocatepetl."
"Honey, we are leaving now. Okay? You stay here - everything is great."
"Okay" - impatient wave of the hand meaning something like "whatever! Just go, don't you see I am busy."
So we went out merry way, looking at churches, fighting with the ATM machines - all the fun stuff grown-ups get to do, the phone in earshot in case they should call and let us know that Max is disolving in tears. No call. So finally we called and were told "Max is eating." Well good then.
By the time we got there after lunch our son behaved as if he had never been any place else, sported an new hair-do with lots of gel (along the lines of those he gets from Greislye occasionally) and didn't want to come home with us. He finally did agree on going home for a rest. To my great joy on the way back he said something along the lines of "when we come back I'll do ...." The rest I didn't hear, he was ready to go back - wow!
I am not quite exhaling yet but so far so good - easier than anticipated.