Blue Cross is currently running a commercial in the Chicago area where a mother and father take Junior off to college, help him set up his room and then leave. Certainly the point here is that Blue Cross is ready and willing to provide the health care that Mom will surely need after surviving this great loss, that they will stand by her as she has a skin graft on her fingers, worn to the bone after clinging desperately to the column in front of Junior's building, her husband digging in, pulling at her waist as her son saunters off to the union with his new friends.
No, Mom and Dad hugged the little one and walked off, Mom turned, flashed a knowing smile (he'll never survive without me) and they made their way to the wagon, a wagon they will soon lose en lieu of a sporty red number. Her hair did not fall out, she did not collapse, not one piece of this woman had to be forcibly removed from campus, she left with all her limbs and apparently a good chunk of her dignity.
"You do understand that I'll have to do this twice, twice in perhaps one week?", and then it began, the insane crying. My ever supportive husband reached over, "you do understand that they will quite likely go to different schools, and those schools may start at the same time. You may have to pick one, and I'll take the other. You may not be able to take them both to school".
Maybe it's best to put off kindergarten for a year. Why rush? They have their whole life to be in school, let's take this slowly.