An envelope arrived in the mail today and Jason and I felt a bit like seniors in high school, awaiting college acceptance letters. Jason commented that it wasn't very thick, but was it thick enough?
"I am looking forward to welcoming your son, Finley..." We had secured a spot for Finley in the preschool of our choice. Really, a preschool acceptance letter?! Really? And this was preceded by a parent interview and an assessment of Finley's readiness for preschool.
When Jason droned on in his cerebral way about research showing American's computer use has negatively impacted...well, I wasn't so sure about the impression we were making. And when Finn showed no interest in learning how to hang up his coat outside of the classroom, I was worried. Then, I interrupted Finn's "work" to wipe his nose, yikes, or should I have let him wipe his own nose, or should I have waited until he himself determined he needed to wipe his nose? Yet somehow we all passed.
--JAK
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