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Well, I'll be Damned!

Thursday, August 28, 2008


After 6 months of motherly hand wringing, my son pulled childhood literally out of his toddler ass these last two weeks. He went from like 3 successful trips to the potty to almost entirely trained about 1 week before preschool. Yeesh!

Then, today, the first real day of school, we hang for 10 minutes talking to other parents, and he is totally ignoring us and playing with stuff. We kiss him goodbye, wave from the door, and he looks a little remorseful.

When we pick him up he declares, "Will you go to work tomorrow so I can go to school?"

I'm sorry, what?!? Seriously? He continues to chatter in the car all the way home about what happened that day at school. Then tonight before bed Sage asks what his favorite part of the day was (typical question). Well, I expected him to say dinner out, the bubbles we bought at World Market, or the ice cream cone he got for popping on the potty this evening.

He said, "School and School and School." We just HAD to ask if there was anything he didn't like about school. He said "salad" and then burst out laughing.

What a pleasant shock this has been!

posted by Rocky
5:51 PM

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