Stool Days

Payton, Grandma & Daddy on her first day


Last week Payton finally started preschool. The big day has come and gone, and I kept waiting for there to be some BIG drama to write about, but apparently my little drama queen doesn't feel like making drama out of going to school. Instead she just picked up her lunch box and hopped in the car after a week of saying to us, "Can we go now, can I go to stool??"


Payton and her teacher, Ms. Kelly 30 seconds after meeting each other



Some will say, she's too young (Great Grandma Orr, you know who you are) some will say it's about time (daddy)! I admit that I was nervous about sending her, but not so much for the reasons I think most are. I'm not worried that someone's going to break into the playground and abduct her. I'm not too worried the other kids are going to teach her bad habits. I'm not worried she'll be afraid without me there. I was worried that I'd dress her wrong and she'd not be able to play on the playground because she had the wrong shoes. I was afraid that I'd pack the wrong stuff in her lunch box and the other kids would think she was a dork, or that she wouldn't be able to open something and she'd be afraid to ask for help so she'd sit starving. I was afraid that she wouldn't get to have Kitty when she needed him. But after a week, and a new week starting today it seems she's surviving. In fact, I'm pretty sure she's liking it. I have to admit, I'm just guessing on the liking it thing because she won't tell us what she does there all day. We ask and ask, but it's like she's taken a vow of silence on the subject.


Did you read books?
No


Did you play on the playground?
No


Did you eat lunch?
No


Who's in your class?
I don't know


But each day she comes home starving, and wired, and grinning from ear to ear, so whatever she'd doing there it must be good!