wingman started his first year of "out of the house" preschool today...he schooled with us all last year, but because he can successfully poop and pee in the potty by himself, this year he is going to the little school through the woods next door...
apparently no child gets left behind unless they still pee their pants...
i have been joking with him for a few days now that when i drop him off i will stand outside of the door and cry and cry...this actually has eased what slight fear he had a bit...he finds it funny that i would be so sad that he was at school...
this morning he asked me if i was "really" going to stand outside the door and cry...i told him no, that i was "really" just kidding like i told him i was...
then he said
"yeah, because den the udder kids would say 'who is dat crying?...is dat your mom?'...and den i would say (and he does the next part in a spot on valley girl voice...???)...'um, no...dat is like my stepmom' "
and then he laughed and laughed while i poured another shot of whiskey into my coffee and endured visions of him in a few years walking ten feet ahead of me at all times in public places and diving down to the floor of the car whenever we drove past someone he knew...
i know that adolescents act like pre-schoolers at times, okay MOST of the time, but i am new to this pre-schoolers as adolescents thing...i didn't go through it with the duke (god love his nerdy little soul) but it seems i will be going through it with wingman...
guess it's time to fill the flask and lock up the girlie magazines...
x.
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Oh, that's priceless. I can just hear him too.
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