|Proud Preschool Graduate|
There were enough aspiring firemen to put out a good-sized fire. Hank might make a good fireman, actually. He's very brave and I know he would love riding in the truck.
That evening was also the first time I got to take off my giant post-surgical bra. So I was having a small secret party in my mind.
Friday afternoon we got an email saying that "due to a technical glitch," the video had a good picture but NO SOUND and that they are going to have the kids come and re-do the whole performance on Tuesday. Grumble. Then I found out the scoop: the school has hired the same video guy for years, but he was booked, so they tried to do it themselves. Turns out, these things are tricky and you really need a pro. So they are going back to school on Tuesday for a movie-and-popcorn day and a warmed-over graduation ceremony.
|Hank and his buddy Harrison|
|Someone looks grown up.|
So now school is out and Hank thinks that his education is complete. He is so happy to be free. He doesn't really know about the next dozen years of schooling. I'm not even about to tell him.
Heck, by the time he actually gets to Kindergarten, he will be a hardened veteran. You see, Hank doesn't turn five until June, so he'll be going to a Pre-K next year instead of starting Kindergarten as the youngest five year-old. Around here, kids tend to be older in kindy. What's it like where you are?
I think this is regional; but once a critical mass of parents hold back, everybody has to. I might have made a different choice if Hank were begging to go to school, school, more school. But he likes his carefree life and jammie mornings with me, so I am not in a rush.
That reminds me, I was four when I started Kindergarten, and didn't turn five until December. So I was seventeen when I went off to college. Maybe a bit young, in retrospect, but at least I did get my MRS degree. Heh.