My 3-Year-Old Son Cried & Begged Me Not to Take Him to Daycare – I Gasped When I Stormed Into the Facility

The sound of my own voice made me flinch. But worse was the way Johnny stopped mid-sob, frozen like a deer in headlights. He didn’t move or blink. My poor son just stared at me, wide-eyed and trembling.

I fell to my knees in front of him, finally realizing that Johnny wasn’t being stubborn; my baby was terrified! “I’m sorry,” I said, wrapping my arms around him.

“Sweetheart, why don’t you like daycare anymore?”

He didn’t answer at first. Instead, he stared at the floor before whispering so softly I almost missed it.

“No lunch,” he said. “Please, Mommy… no lunch.”

I froze. Lunch? My stomach dropped.

“No lunch?” I repeated.