From deep philosophy to…
posted in Uncategorized |…Everyday life again.
Or not so “everyday”.
The Dotter’s last day at her preschool is tomorrow. On Monday, she starts summer day camp for the first time.
She marched into the office this evening, draped in her “married dress” and “cape” (white spangly leotard courtesy of my Christmas eBay shopping spree and wildly colorful silk scarf of mine that she has appropriated), and pronounced:
“Last days are bad. I don’t like that tomorrow’s my last day.”
She said the same thing as I was getting her ready for her bath, and I had to snuggle her for a minute or two as she perched on the edge of the bathtub.
We are to stop at Albertson’s prior to dropping her off, so we can buy mini-popsicles for all the kids.
I have to write up a note with contact info so we can keep up with the One and Only True Love, latest BFF, and second BFF.
On Monday, when I drove her in, I was thinking to myself that this would be the last few times we went there. It was bittersweet. She’s getting so big. Ready to march out into the world–or into Big Kids’ School. Which Big Kids’ School is still up in the air, because Every. Single. One. Of her friends is going to Conquistador School, instead of the school we were planning to send her to.
A big first in her life. She has been at this preschool since shortly after we brought her home; it’s been forever for our little one’s life.
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