i'm three!

ok, so preschool was good, but the "transitions" as miss sherry explained were difficult for owen. not once did he cry for mommy or cry because he wasn't having fun or cry because he wasn't getting along with the other tots but apparently every time that bell rang to move from jungle gym to story time or snack time or potty time those sweet little eyes welled up with tears. but only, miss sherry assured me, for the briefest of moments and once she gave him the schedule (and i kept thinking of my super traveler that could endure eight hours on a plane and three train rides as long as we started out the day with the schedule: one plane, three trains) and he was so so proud at the end of the day to fold up his little thomas blanket and put the nap mat back in the cabinet and tickled to show me his lunch box in his cubby labeled Owen F. (that's me! owen F! because I'm a FIDLER! and then lots of giggling).

and here's how our "how was school today" conversation went:

owen (riding his trike): well, the boy said you're crying like a two-year old.

me (heartbroken): oh, well did you tell him you were not two, but three?

owen (elated): YES! mommy i DID. i said, no, i am not two but i am THREE! that's what i told him in the sandbox. silly boy.

and so silly boy indeed, my three year old will master that montessori schedule and show those four year olds how to spell the WORD four ;)