First Day of Preschool

I prepped Cub well for his first day of preschool, apparently. He let go of my hand when we were in sight of the classroom and took off. Never looked back. Dammit. I am filled with pride and sadness.

It helped that it's the zoo, which is familiar turf, and his critter class teacher is now doing the half-day preschool -- so he knew her going in.

He told me about some kids pushing and shoving, and Miss Lori and Miss Ishi told them the rules, but they wouldn't listen and got a time out. This made a huge impression on him, I think because it dawned on him that some rules go beyond just our family? That there other grownups that will look out for him? Dunno.

I was immediately reminded of that story about the kid who goes to kindergarten and brings home endless stories of Little Johnny eating paste, Little Johnny running away, Little Johnny pulling hair, and at the first parent-teacher meeting it is discovered that there is no student named Little Johnny in the class ... the teacher would tell me if it was really my kid, right? Right???

Pamela