Last night we were having dinner and Kate starts talking about her preschool. Let us first note that Kate doesn’t attend preschool now, nor has she ever. She did go to day care between her fourth and eighth month, but I’m guessing she doesn’t remember it. (Just guessing of course because she remembers really random things from over a year ago—like that it was raining the day that I had my last ultrasound before Gabby was born. I guess that’s why she wanted an umbrella—that soaking we got made an impression!)
As the story unfolds, we learn that Kate is attending Panda Bear Preschool. Where is this school? She gives us the name of the road our church is located on—pretty impressive.
Kate, we don’t take you, so how do you get there?
I ride my bike.
(Bike? When did she get a bike?!)
So what color is your bike?
Red, like my tricycle. With a blue helmet.
(Safety first.)
What’s your teacher’s name?
Kate, same as mine.
What do you do all day?
Rock, slide, play, rest, eat lunch, paint, play, go home.
Justin asks: What do you learn at this school.
Three plus two equals six.
(Not quite, but that’s pretty good, huh?)
That’s a pretty decent description of some preschools (from a kid's prospective). How does she know this? My child lives in her head.
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