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October 26, 2006

Preschool.

mrincredible.jpgI've been meaning to do a preschool post for a while now, as Luke has been going for a couple of months. I think I might've mentioned before how excited Luke was to even be able to go to school. Preschool was one of the main motivators for potty-training and some of the excitement about his 3rd birthday ("Am I old enough now?") Plus, most of his family and friends go to some form of school anyway, and that's often been the explanation for why we can't go see them during the day (all of you working folks get a similar explanation). Time to join the ranks!

Leading up to The First Day, one of the potential pitfalls we tried to head off was the fact that there was another "Luke" in his class. We worried. How would he react? Would he feel slighted? Would he know how unique and special he is even though someone else shares his name? (I know, I know, but these are the thoughts going through my mom brain - I'll leave Beau out of it.) Yet after Luke met Luke (ha) that first day, they became fast friends. He now refers to the other Luke exclusively by his first-and-last-name and lets me know whether or not he was in school every time he goes. But those things alone did not solidify to me that Luke and Luke are buddies. It took me a week or two to figure out, but Luke has one simple rule of preschool friendship:

If you are Luke's friend, he knows what color shirt you wore to school.

That's how I found out about George. And I realized how serious Luke took this particular friendship as George quickly became more than just a shirt color. Luke began detailing out for me everything his friend had done in school that day - more details than even his own day. I was pretty pumped that Luke had made another new friend, and as I got the class list a couple of weeks later, I scanned down to find George's name. Not there. Slight panic. Did Luke have an imaginary friend? I didn't have any imaginary friends growing up, and neither did Beau, so we didn't really know how to approach this. We basically just started pumping him with questions. What did George do today? Did you play cars with him? Is George a big person or a little person? All of these questions were met with the most detailed responses of any question asked about school. I finally decided, out of curiosity, to write his teacher a note and ask her to ask Luke to point his friend out. Turns out that "George" is an actual kid in the class, and that Luke had misheard his name. But apparently, Jordan didn't seem to mind.

And poor Silas. The first time Luke got out of the car to go inside to his class, Silas was just confused. Of course he had no idea where Luke was going, and why weren't we going with him? Now, though, he cries his poor little heart out and yells "Luuuuuuu!" as the top of his lungs while reaching for him in his straight-jacketish carseat, as if spending the morning with only his mommy was some horrible form of punishment. It takes him all the way home to get calmed down. And then, yes, we have a good time, just the two of us. But he misses his buddy.

And then we pick Luke up and have the most delightful conversations full of friend details, shirt colors, snack inventory, and tons of things completely out of context, most of which is met with my confusion and Luke's "Remember, Mommy?" Oh how I wish I were a fly on the wall! So I have no idea what the "criss-cross applesauce" song is, what the "no fun" mat is used for (though I can guess), and why you need to put your hands on your head while you walk in a line, but it's fun to imagine, no?

So, to end, I shall leave you with a few preschool QotMs of which you have as much context as I:

"Miss Lindsay had something in her mouth. It was white. I think it was food."

Mommy: "Did you talk to Ms. Mary Ann today?"
Luke: "Yes."
Mommy: "What did you say?"
Luke: "I said, 'This is brokened.'"
Mommy: "And what did she say?"
Luke: "'Okay, okay.'"

"I like the girls in my class. They're cute. It's very special to see them. They're very proud of theirselves."