As usual, we were running late in the morning, trying to do the mad scramble of clothes-brush teeth-breakfast-and-maybe-if-we-are-lucky-a-slight-hairbrushing-and-barrette (that part hardly ever happens) before loading into the bike trailer by 7:30 to get to school. 7:30 hardly ever happens either, but that is the goal. Anyway, we were running late and Sody was stalling, trying to convince me she was sick and wanting to stay home for the day. (Btw, what's up with that? I thought I had at least a few more years before she would be trying to pull that one...)
SODY: But I just want to stay hooooooome. I want you stay with meeeeee.
ME: I can't stay home, I have to go to work. They are expecting me there and I will get in trouble if I don't go.
SODY: You will go to jail?
ME: Uhh, I hope not...
Jail looms large with this one. Any time you mention a policeman or being bad in general, she usually brings up going to jail. No idea why. I am assuming she picked it up on the school playground, because in general if she ain't with us that is where she is - school. 8ish to 5 ish, 5 days a week. It's a lot of time. My good friend Melissa once told me - back before Sody started school and I was nervous about her being there full time - "Preschool is great! They teach your kid all the stuff you forget to teach them!" And she has been so right about that. So far - it's almost been a year now that Sody has been there - it has been a great experience. Love the teachers, love the songs they teach, love the Spanish Sody is picking up, love all the little friends she has there. She clearly loves her school and I am so grateful for that. There is no way I would be able to drop her off in the morning and head to work without worrying if we all didn't love the situation.
I wish I could be a fly on the wall at her school to see what she is like there all day without us. I get an idea, of course, from her teachers. They use words like "happy girl" and "wild." I think she might wear them out a little with insane repetition and question asking (join the club), but in general I think she is good there and well-liked. And I see how happy and hyper she is when we pick her up at the end of the day, and usually she doesn't want to leave. Just how it should be.
Lately we have been working hard at having family dinners at the actual dining room table at an actual decent dinner-ish hour (this isn't as easy as it sounds, people). Amongst our dinnertime conversations we ask Sody the best and worst parts of her day. Here were her answers from yesterday:
Best part of her day - doing art projects with Teacher Ana
Worst part of her day - not doing art projects with Teacher Ana