Shaun said to V this morning, "Are you excited about school? You're going to meet so many new friends."
"And boys!" V said.
Maybe this preschool thing wasn't such a good idea.
Truly, though, I don't know what on earth made her think "friends" didn't include boys. Most of her friends ARE boys, actually.
When he picked her up, Shaun said, "Did you meet any boys?"
V said, "Yep. And girls, too." So I guess that's good news.
Today went really, really well. She waved us away as soon as she got to school, and though worn out afterwards, she seems really happy with the whole deal so far. I hope it lasts. As a bonus, I didn't cry, either.
But look at her up there on those lousy crumbling front steps of ours. I feel like in 10 minutes we'll take her first day of junior high photo there. I know it's that stupid parental cliche, but she's growing up so quickly. She'll be three years old in less than two weeks. How did this happen? I still feel like such a new parent: I have no idea how to do this right!
But most of the time, I just feel so lucky to know her.