(Pre) schoolhouse Rock
From my FB note this morning:
Three-year-olds’ playground commentary this morning:
(Four feet from where I am standing).
Pulling on teacher’s shirt, tiny girl says, “She’s pretty!” Totally pointing in my direction. Way to make a grown woman blush!!! Seriously. A tiny child gives you a compliment and man… Your day is totally made!
During all this? Little boy simultaneously making the flirt eyes with me telling me, “I used to be dumb! I used to be dumb! I used to be dumb!”
Then about 3 of them miscellaneously questioned me about our names (our being Colette and myself). When I told them my name, the boy who used to be dumb smiled bashfully with his lil shoulders all hunched up and said, “Oh. I don’t like that name!”
And ya know what? Hilarity. Tiny tatertot insulted me and it ALSO made my day! HA!
Today, by the way, is Colette’s 2nd day in childcare ever. I’m a little bit freaked out about it, of course. I can’t seem to drop her off in time (hello, learning curve), but I hope to at least retrieve her in time this afternoon. Sheesh, I tell ya. It’s HARD leaving your kid with someone else! Anyways, at least it makes for good commentary. She’s now in a cute little preschool near our neighborhood. I decided I could either pay someone money to watch my kid and talk to their co-workers all day, or I could pay someone to watch my kid and actually teach her things in the meantime. So, part time preschool it is. She gets to play in the water (fancy sprinklers), the teachers speak English, Spanish and American Sign Language to her, and they read to her, and they take her out on the playground, and she hangs out with other kiddos… the only thing I really don’t dig is their food program. It’s funny that they were touting it as leaning on the healthier side, and that they were priding themselves on it, even. I took one look at the menu and shook my head. But ya know what? I’m also picky. I’ll get back to you internets about how that eventually pans out…
