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

He nodded, then buried his face in my chest like he was ashamed. My stomach turned. I knew he wasn’t a picky eater — he was just a small one. He never forced himself to eat when he wasn’t hungry, and I never made him.

What could lunch have to do with this much dread?

I decided to keep him home that day. Luckily, Kenny, my neighbor’s teenage son, was around, and he gladly took the babysitting job. The best part — Johnny loved Kenny; they got on like a house on fire.