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The Lass’s First Day

She was so excited, we had to wake her up in order to get her going this morning.

She came down and after the Wife had gotten her dressed I asked her why she was all dressed up.  She replied “‘Cause I’m going to school!  Silly Dad.”  Yep, that’s about the size of it.

We all left- the boy accounted well for himself.  No pushing or shoving or trying to grab the limelight.  As for the Lass, it went about as I figured.  You see- she’s been watching big brother do this for 2 years so she’s got it down COLD.  We brought her up to the classroom where she let Mom take a picture of her next to a little classroom mural thing.  Then she went and deposited her backpack where it was supposed to be.  Finally, she sat down at a table, pulled a piece of paper her way and started coloring.  And that was it.  No worries.

We watched her for a few minutes, during which she invited other kids to come and color with her.  Most of them were not nearly as sure of the whole situation as she was.  We left before circle time because clearly, we didn’t need to be there any longer.  A quick kiss “GoodBye!” and we were off- myself to the Y with the Boy for a little racquetball practice and the  Wife back to the house for work.

When I picked her up just prior to lunch her teacher told me that she did just fine.  She was happy and easy to deal with.  I told her that I figure in about 3 weeks she’ll be bored with the whole thing and the teacher nodded in agreement.  That’s the usual.  As for the Lass, she liked her time there but was disappointed she didn’t get to go play on the playground outside.

I told her not to worry, she had plenty more days to get outside and play.

One reply on “The Lass’s First Day”

Well – sounds like it was some 30 odd years ago when YOUR sister finally got to go to school – just like her big ‘bobber’ … Of course, by the time it was Noel’s turn, he knew the school, lay of the land, the teachers and all the students … so he WAS bored !

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