This silly boy started school last week. My goodness he’s grown so much since last year.
He wouldn’t stand still for photos, but I like this next one anyway because you can see his shoes. Just before we walked out the door, David ran to his room and grabbed these shoes. He hasn’t worn them since spring, but he wanted to wear these shoes because he remembered wearing them to school last year. That’s such a David thing, he remembers small details and associations for months. But when I say, “Do not take toys out of your sister’s hands,” the words disappear from his memory as soon as they leave my mouth.
He calls them his “fast shoes” and they’re getting too small.
[This is completely unintentional, but David wore the same shorts on his first day of preschool last year, and his last day, too. And now his first day again. And now he has to wear them on his first and last days of school in perpetuity so we can see how much he’s grown.]
I told him, “I want to take a picture of you on the stairs holding your school bag.”
And he said, “Mommy, I want to take a picture of YOU on the stairs holding my school bag.”
I held Mary Virginia instead.
David’s never been forthcoming about his day at school. Usually I find out accidentally when he says something that sounds a lot like something a preschool teacher would say, like, “Look, Mommy, that’s an oval! It looks like a circle but it’s not a circle!” Or like the time I decided to sing “If you’re happy and you know it” and David already knew the words and hand motions.
I asked him about his day and said, “I don’t know what we did.”
He specifically told me that he did NOT learn and he did NOT have fun. He did NOT know the names of his classmates and he though he did sing songs, he did NOT want to sing.
After my litany of questions he furrowed his brow and said, “Mommy. What were YOU doing while I was at school all morning?”