Thursday, August 21, 2008

Conversation with a soon-to-be preschooler

Me: Are you excited to be in the duck class in preschool? (Each class has an animal theme)

Mini#2: A-huh. Mom?

Me: Yes?

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!

7 comments:

pinkpolkadotaa said...

I get so paranoid about what my preschooler says when I am not there! Wish I could be a fly on the wall!

Belle in Bloom said...

So funny! Love it. Your concerns do change, don't they? As much as I hate them being gone, the quiet around the house is so nice...for a little while. ;) I don't even want to know what my youngest has told his teachers. I'm just glad he hasn't called anyone an "ass". That is his favorite word you know.
When I was pulled over recently, he asked, "Why are you pulling over?" When I told him he said, "That jack-ass!"
Lord help us.

Preppy Mama said...

I am totally petrified of what he will say when I drop him off. The only thing is, I'll still be in the building and see him at snack time. I am so not ready for him to be a pre-schooler!!
I left you an award!

The Mrs. said...

Hysterical!!!

Belle in Bloom said...

I have something for you on my blog. :)

Monogramchick said...

So funny! Thought I'd say hello, just stopped by from Jillian, Inc.
My husband still eats PB out of the jar with a spoon!

cancersucks said...

Just do as I do...only give your hubby's numbers on the emergency card. My baby was singing the "beans beans the more you eat the more you fart" song today.Lovely. And my older ones named him "Dumb" as his character on the Wii.Teaching him to say "I am dumb". Lord help us all. 4 hours to myself each weak. I may be able to build a school like Oprah. How's the potty training???