Tonight is Milo's last night as a wee one. Why?
Tomorrow morning he starts Kindergarten. He's in a class of 20, of which five are preschool friends. I like that. I really like that he gets to sit next to his close friend at his table. The other poor red circles will never know what hit them!
We toured his room, met his teacher. He was, naturally, playing shy. So I introduced him as my "fashion accessory" since he was clinging to my leg with his left cheek mashed into my, um, right cheek. That didn't last long, though, as his curiosity led him to explore the room while I signed up to bring treats for the Halloween party and filled out a schedule saying that we were picking him up and dropping him off daily.
He found the hook for his backpack, his place at his table, his cubby, and unloaded his school supplies carefully into the appropriate containers. He chatted with a couple of friends, peered into toy bins, and stuck his head in the bathroom. We noted some of the decorations, pointed out the calendar and some of the stations around the room.
Someone asked me if I would be tearful tomorrow. I don't know. I'm generally not a sentimental person and have much excitement for him, knowing that he will have fun learning and doing and exploring and friending.
And his poor teacher? Well, Scott and I introduced ourselves. And then we engaged in some witty repartee with a friend. And volunteered left and right. And probably overwhelmed her with our enthusiasm and slightly off-beat humor. That's not really a bad problem to have, is it?