I don't know why I thought my darling 5 yr. old, or even myself, would shine at his kindgergarten orientation. I should know better. About both of us.
Here is how the 1/2 hour went:
CJ: "Hello Mrs. Smith (not her real name). My name is CJ." and he shook her hand. Whoo. That went well. We are off to a good start.
CJ: ignoring a friend of his from preschool. Fighting with his older brother. Playing non-stop with the Smart Board (and I can't say I blame him. That thing is SO cool!). I gave her the heads up that he is the youngest of three boys.
Me: "CJ, you should go introduce yourself to that teacher, too. She will be helping in the classroom."
CJ: "You mean that old lady?"
Me: (hoping she did NOT hear him) "Yes, the OLDER woman." (She was all of mid-50's.)
At one point, I asked him to tell his teacher about something during their conversation and he said, "Why? You already told her." I'm so proud.
Then there is me:
Me: to Mrs. Smith, who is expecting - "Congratulations. Is this your first baby?"
Mrs. Smith: with a perplexed look on her face, flusters for a moment. "Well, I have a 3 yr. old daughter. And I have a son who passed away last year."
Me: wanting to hug this woman and crawl under a rock all at the same time, "I am so sorry."
We are off to a good start. Or maybe not.
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