We're at the end of the alphabet- those last, least-loved letters.
I warned M that preschool was almost done, and that there were just a few weeks left, but he was unconvinced.
I counted out the remaining letters on one hand: "V, W, X, Y, Z, then you'll be done with preschool."
"Not yet" He said emphatically, and started ticking off on his own fingers: Now. I. Know. My. A. B. Cs. Next. Time. Won't. You...."
Tear. I can't believe how I used to worry about him starting school.
|I took this from the group's fb page. Surely it was for me, right?|
I can't wait for next year! I'm having actual dreams about buying backpacks and school supplies.