When we arrived at school on Monday, he clutched my hand and his eyes filled with tears as we entered the building. And for the first time in three years of taking him to the same school, he cried when I left -- heartbreaking!
| Poor G |
But his teachers assured us that he was fine within minutes of my leaving. They said he quickly rediscovered favorite puzzles and other classroom work. At the end of the day, he was excited to show us his drawings and tell us about new friends. He was especially proud to discover new skills that he couldn't quite master last year, like punching out shapes and using scissors.
He's also one of the bigger boys in his classroom of 3- to 6-year-olds this year, which means he gets to boss the little guys around. I mean, he gets to be a leader and teach them new skills.
Later this week, he'll have to show his brother the ropes. Miles will be in the classroom next door.
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