Me: Are you excited to be in the duck class in preschool? (Each class has an animal theme)
Mini#2: A-huh. Mom?
Mini#2: Will you be sad about me?
Me: (confused) About going to preschool?
Mini#2: Yes, 'cause you'll be alone!
Me: (slightly lying) Yes, I'll miss you.
Mini#2: Can I get a new lunchbox?
Me: (ever so slightly disappointed) No, baby. You'll be home in time for lunch with me.
Mini#2: (crushed) Oh....
Me: Do you think you'll like your teachers? (Miss Ruthie is already Miss Roofie to him!)
Mini#2: Yes. I not scared of them either.
Me: (laughing) Of course you're not scared of them. You're brave!
The thing is they should be very scared of him...I'm scared to give him to them for 9 hours each week actually. Will he say "fart"? Will he hit some unassuming pre-schooler in the back like he does when his older brother frustrates him? Will he share embarrassing family details? It's funny how when the second child starts school your concerns are completely different than when the first child started school! And I may or may not be singing and dancing to my Girls' Weekend CD approximately 15 mins after I drop him off that first day, September 2.
**I have to add this. Today while I was doing the lovely laundry, mini#2 took it upon himself to go into hiding beside the den sofa. Why you ask? Because he found the jar of peanut butter I had not yet returned to the pantry. When I found him he was sitting with a spoon spooning peanut butter into his already full mouth! He said he was hungry! Oh help us!
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