Monday morning Keenan was up and ready to go 30 minutes early. Eric and I drove him in and took him to his classroom. Keenan was all smiles putting his backpack away. The teacher told us we could take him outside to the playground where he could well, play and wait for the bell to ring. Eric and I both looked at each other "what and just leave him?" Yup, that was the plan she said. We made sure he remembered how to get back to his classroom and left him playing happily on the swing set. I felt a little empty and apprehensive just leaving my child... I did good, no tears. Close, but I held it in.
I wondered about him all day. My concern was mostly about him getting on the correct bus. His teachers assured me they would help him but still... that's my baby!
He wanted to make sure that I got a picture of his lunchbox and backpack.
He said he loved it and the playground was the best part. He even remembered to give me papers from the teacher and told me several times that he had to return them to his teachers once I wrote in them!
Keenan told me that EVERYONE else had school lunch, it was really orange spaghetti. He was the ONLY one that brought lunch so could he puh-lease eat school lunch. Not sure if I'm grateful that he doesn't want me to have to remember to make his lunch or a little perturbed that lunch tickets are 90 dinar for 22 punches (about 55'ish dollars). I'm glad another parent warned me that I have to send a snack with him. We sent an apple, he seemed happy with that and requested another "healthy apple" this morning for his snack.
Last night at dinner Keenan told us how he now liked two girls...