When I picked up DS from preschool yesterday, he hugged me and said, "I'm so happy you're here. At rest time I had a dream you got dead." Then this morning he was hugging me extra tight and said he didn't want to go to school because he was afraid he would feel like I was dead again. I don't even know where he heard the word, "dead."
He's been extra clingy and sort of baby talking, "mama" a lot these days. Separation anxiety can come and go but I'm getting a little worried.
Have you gone through anything like this with your preschooler?