Today was our first day at our new preschool. We chose it because its discipline philosophy matches ours– they train teachers and parents in the Becky Bailey method, so parents and teachers are all on the same page, using similar language with the kids. They have no limits on parents participating in the classroom, and they allow the children to explore on their own without “right” craft projects.
Carter was very concerned that he hadn’t met Archie’s teachers, and offered to take the day off from school to check them out. I assured them he could come to the family picnic later this month. Our compromise was that I promised to present the teachers with his sculpture.
When we arrived at the school, Archie happily guided me to his classroom– we toured last week– and enjoyed the…
… rice table,
… the playdough
… and the farm.
However, each time his (very kind, for the record) teachers approached, he held his hands up as though hiding from Freddy Krueger.
When we got home, Archie promptly told me to drive him to Teddy’s house and drop him off “and then you go home and me stay there.” I explained that Teddy was at school, and asked if he would like being dropped off at his school.
“No.”
So it looks like, for the time being, I’m going to be playing with purple playdough and fingerpaints. On Thursday, Archie has already planned to play with the costumes, which I’m pretty sure won’t fit me.
