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School Day Two - Drop Off

Friday, August 29, 2008


On the way to school, we talked about Sunshine the turtle and the lunch choices. He really was hoping for Mac and Cheese. That was a choice yesterday he must have wished he'd gotten. Then we discussed why MiMi (the 6 yr old girl down the street he is in love with) cannot go to school with him.

Then we had this conversation:
Indy: "What if you didn't ever have to go to work again?"
R: "That would be cool. But then you wouldn't get to go to school."
Indy: "No you could just stay."
R: "Oh, so you would still go but I would go too!?"
Indy: "Yeah!"

So I rambled on about parents over taking schools and the declined standard of living with all these unproductive parents. We changed the subject and then as we're getting out of the car at school he says: "I miss you."

Sigh. I love this kid. I tell him I miss him too, but it's so great that I'll see him right after lunch.

We walk into the building and he is on fire with joy. Almost running and talking to and about the kids walking down the hall with him. He won't hold my hand. He stands in front of the Kindergarten room and talks about how cool it is in there. Then we get to his room, pick lunch, wash hands, look at sunshine the turtle. He shows me where he sits for circle time. Starts talking to the teacher. I kiss him goodbye, walk out, and I look back before I round the corner of the door to see him beaming ear to ear and talking to some kid.

I have NO idea how this happened.

posted by Rocky
6:32 AM

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