Already scheming to play him some hooky
The fussing at preschool drop-offs continues unabated. It doesn't get worse, but it doesn't get better. Outwardly, I try to be patient and sympathetic towards him, but in truth I find it very comical. Around me, he wants to talk endlessly, usually not about the preschool experience itself, but about our separation, repeating one of the following phrases:
"I don't want to go to preschool. I want to stay home with you."
"I don't want you to go away from preschool."
"I'm going to cry when you leave. Just a little bit."
He focuses all his attention on the car ride there on how very sad he is going to be and how much he wishes life were different for him in this regard. However, once he is there, his attention span is that of a flea. We came in today and he was really whining hard and feeling sorry for himself. That is, until I found in his cubby this awesome magnetic clothespin caterpillar he had made on Thursday as part of "C" week.
"What's this, buddy?" I asked.
Tears instantly evaporated and the words could not explode out of his mouth fast enough.
"THAT'S A CATERPILLAR! LOOK IT HAS FOUR HEADS!"
And he was totally cool until there was talk again of me moving towards the door. Cue the waterworks!
Yesterday night, when we started talking up preschool again in preparation for today, Dada asked him a bit about his classmates.
It appears he had an idea. In reply, he asked me, "Where was Ashley?"
Ashley, a cute little blonde girly-girl, was not there on Thursday.
"Maybe she was sick, buddy," I wondered.
"Sick?" he said.
"Maybe," said I. "If you're sick, you have to stay home from school so you can rest and get better, and so you don't get anybody else at school sick."
Isaac thought about this for maybe half a second before he suddenly evolved a persistent cough.
This morning as we were in the car on the way to preschool, Isaac was doing his best to work himself into a sadness over the horrors of playing for 2-1/2 hours with Miss Susie and Miss Barbara. Struck with another awesome idea, he let out a great dramatic yawn from the backseat.
"Mommy," he croaked, suddenly afflicted with unbelievable fatigue, "I just had a little yawn. I think we should go back home so I can take a nap."
Perhaps next year we should consider spending our preschool money on acting classes at Julliard instead.
"I don't want to go to preschool. I want to stay home with you."
"I don't want you to go away from preschool."
"I'm going to cry when you leave. Just a little bit."
He focuses all his attention on the car ride there on how very sad he is going to be and how much he wishes life were different for him in this regard. However, once he is there, his attention span is that of a flea. We came in today and he was really whining hard and feeling sorry for himself. That is, until I found in his cubby this awesome magnetic clothespin caterpillar he had made on Thursday as part of "C" week.
"What's this, buddy?" I asked.
Tears instantly evaporated and the words could not explode out of his mouth fast enough.
"THAT'S A CATERPILLAR! LOOK IT HAS FOUR HEADS!"
And he was totally cool until there was talk again of me moving towards the door. Cue the waterworks!
Yesterday night, when we started talking up preschool again in preparation for today, Dada asked him a bit about his classmates.
It appears he had an idea. In reply, he asked me, "Where was Ashley?"
Ashley, a cute little blonde girly-girl, was not there on Thursday.
"Maybe she was sick, buddy," I wondered.
"Sick?" he said.
"Maybe," said I. "If you're sick, you have to stay home from school so you can rest and get better, and so you don't get anybody else at school sick."
Isaac thought about this for maybe half a second before he suddenly evolved a persistent cough.
This morning as we were in the car on the way to preschool, Isaac was doing his best to work himself into a sadness over the horrors of playing for 2-1/2 hours with Miss Susie and Miss Barbara. Struck with another awesome idea, he let out a great dramatic yawn from the backseat.
"Mommy," he croaked, suddenly afflicted with unbelievable fatigue, "I just had a little yawn. I think we should go back home so I can take a nap."
Perhaps next year we should consider spending our preschool money on acting classes at Julliard instead.
posted by Claire at 9:45 PM
1 Comments:
Giggle. He's too much like Connor.
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