R. has been doing very well going to school this week. She gets ready without hesitation and whips her backpack on the first time I ask her to.
She practically skips the distance to school.
Knowing my daughter, like I do, I know she's not that enthusiastic because she enjoys a structured, rule abiding day. There has GOT to be more to it than that!
Oh boy, and is there ever!
The Pre-K class is dismissed fifteen minutes prior to the rest of the elementary school. This works out perfectly, as I need to sign T. out in a different area of the school.
As we are walking to the gym, where T. is set free, I ask R. how her day went. She told me about playing at the sand table with "Zachary". Not Zach as I've heard everyone else call him, but "Zaaachaaary".
My right eyebrow arched a bit.
We proceeded into the gym to wait with the other moms and dads. Inside was Zachary and his mom. I walked over to say hello. We began to chat and I looked down at the kids.
Zach was peeking out from behind his mom's legs. R. was burying her head in my crotch and then peeking over at Zach.
Both kept giggling and their smiles? Well, together they could light up Broadway.
I glanced up at Zach's mom. We both smirked.
And now, ladies and gentlemen, I understand the reason my dear daughter LOOOOOVES school.