Ian started preschool this week and, as usual, I start the school year with high hopes and a little trepidation. I figured we wouldn't have any issues with separation because he was practically shoving me out the door during open house. And, as I expected, I helped him start his craft and he kindly showed me the door. At least he gave me a kiss good-bye.
I suppose the morning went well. I witnessed him march dutifuly in line to the playground and then line back up to go inside. His teacher did say that he had trouble sitting through story time. He agreed. But when I quizzed him about the story, he was able to tell me it was about bears who were going on a picnic. He also said he didn't have a good morning and then proceeded to cry when I told him he wouldn't be returing until Thursday. Then he fell asleep.
So, here is to a successful preschool experience for Mr. Ian: may he learn the ropes and may his teachers have A LOT of patience!
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