>Schoolboy

>Guess who LOVES school?

Every morning we eat breakfast, watch Curious George, and when it’s over I say “OK guys! Time for school!” And Wes JUMPS up, turns off the TV, runs to the back door and jumps around begging “BAAACK PAAACK” until I get it off the hook for him, then runs and gets in his car seat. With his back pack on.

When it’s time to pick him up they open the little half door and he comes walking out with his back pack on and heads straight for Charlie to tell him all about his day. I? Am chopped liver. Except sometimes he gets a stamp on his hand and I have to ooh and ahh over that before he goes to Charlie. But under no circumstances am I to make a big fuss about our reunion. Any attempt to pick him up, kiss him, or ask him about his day are met with whining and squirming. Puh-lease, Mama.

His teacher has had great things to say, too. He’s a GREAT eater! (What?) He loves to participate in all the activities!! (Are you kidding me?) AND now when I try to cajole Charlie into picking up before dinner Wes is quite the happy helper. Help? Clean up? WILL I GET A STAMP ON MY HAND??

And then he falls asleep in the car before we leave the parking lot. Every single time.

Tomorrow they don’t have school. I think I’ll have Ryan break the news.