She did it- she graduated from preschool. I guess she passed the coloring-without-scribbling test, the painting-without-getting-it-all-over-your-clothes test, the eating-snack-without-getting-food-all-over-your-face test, and of course her letters, numbers, colors, and shapes test. Hard tasks, I know...
But before she finished for the year her class took a tour of a fire house- not a fire station, mind you. It actually had the living quarters for the firemen. I think I enjoyed it more than she and Spencer (who of course came along for the ride. After all, he is an honorary member of the class). Now that I think about it, maybe it was the firemen that I enjoyed more than the tour. Um, I mean... um... what? Nothing...
The honorary preschooler:
Off she goes to kindergarten. Too bad they didn't have a "stop-screaming-at-the-top-of-your-lungs" test. She'd never get past preschool.
