Bug attends a little neighborhood school for a few hours each day that's free--I know, FREE, crazy, huh? It's a one-room building near the elementary school in our neighborhood and it's affectionately and appropriately called the Little School. Today is the last day and they're celebrating with a picnic (fingers crossed that the rain stops).
It's been so great to watch his progress this year. He now knows his numbers and the alphabet. He sings the ABCs and loves to "spell" by pointing out letters on signs, books, TV or pretty much anywhere he can see a letter. (As I'm typing this he's reminding me he doesn't get the idea of colors at all by handing me a brown crayon and confidently stating it's purple or holding up a blue one and saying orange.)
I'm going to miss Bug showing me his daily art projects with a proud, "I made at school that!"
I'm going to miss hearing new songs the teacher taught him.
I'm going to miss Bug's responses when we ask who was at school. "Hi Noah, Hi Michael, etc."
I'm going to miss his school stories (even if we seldom understand them).
I'm going to miss his excitement of carrying a lunch box each day (he doesn't have lunch at school but it's the perfect size for his EPI-pen and snacks).
I'm going to miss the honesty of his answer to "How was school?" "I did time out...no listen."
I'm going to miss the anticipation in his voice when he would ask, "is school today?"
At the same time I'm looking forward to summer and all the fun things to do together. I'm sure before I know it he'll be back at the Little School in the fall...and sooner than I want it will be January and he'll start preschool and then, among many other things, we're going to miss the tuition at the Little School.