Leaving the Nest
My littlest progeny, Rage, will be starting preschool tomorrow. Today he went in for his "open house" where he, his father, and I could get the lay of the land and make sure he was comfortable in his new surroundings.
We went into the room, signed in, and put on his name tag. We went around and did the scavenger hunt the teachers had set up, then we handed it in so he could get a sticker. We let Rage continue to look around--he walks over the the fish tank, staring at it blankly for a few seconds. His father and I stand a little behind him watching. He turns around, my littlest child, my baby, my sidekick for the last 4 years. He turns around and says:
"So when are you two leaving?" Then stomps across the room.
Nice, huh?
We went into the room, signed in, and put on his name tag. We went around and did the scavenger hunt the teachers had set up, then we handed it in so he could get a sticker. We let Rage continue to look around--he walks over the the fish tank, staring at it blankly for a few seconds. His father and I stand a little behind him watching. He turns around, my littlest child, my baby, my sidekick for the last 4 years. He turns around and says:
"So when are you two leaving?" Then stomps across the room.
Nice, huh?
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