It's tougher for him than I thought

Luke is in my Pre-K class at school. Yesterday, the first day of school, worked well for him and, honestly, because he's so relaxed and easy-going, I hadn't thought that being his teacher in a classroom of 12 would be that tough for him. Today proved wrong. After I corrected him appropriately in class about his feet on his desk, he pouted and retreated from the current activity with his classmates. During "center time" a few minutes later, he approached me with tears in his eyes.

I grabbed him up onto my lap, embraced him, and said into his ear, "What's wrong, baby"?"

Shaking his head, he replied, "I don't want to share you."

Want to join me in praying for his heart?