sneaky

The first week of taking Marie to the daycare went pretty well. I would take her in the morning, she wouldn't want to stay, but when I came to pick her up at the end of the day she seemed fine. Actually she didn't have any memory of the morning when I brought her there. If she was mad at me for leaving her there, she didn't remember at night. I began to count on that loss of memory. It felt sneaky and I didn't like it, even though it was necessary.