Today was The Day. Just before nine this morning, The Ducklings obligingly took Edward's hand, and skipped down the road to preschool. We went last week for our orientation session - The Ducklings, Edward, myself, Nana and Malcolm - and while two of them claimed to have liked the experience, one was adamantly opposed to the whole thing.
So, as they walked with Edward, they peppered him with happy commentary about how they were going to have fun at preschool with Daddy and Nana. The truth, when it dawned on them at the gate of the slide room, was greeted with total hysterics. They were in good company. One child was lying despondent on the floor. Another was getting a last minute pep talk from his mother. Everyone was crying. Edward bolted for the door and didn't look back until he was on our front step.
However, when we all went to pick them up two and a half hours later, there they were at the gate, full of smiles. The director said there were some tears, but that they really settled down well. Colin came home with a lovely coloured paper banana, and Keith with a painted masterpiece. And - at least at this exact second - they can't wait to go again on Thursday.
I might have cried ... a little. And then Edward and I hunkered down while Malcolm slept (in his crib, for an hour!? A first. Of course, he was up all night...) and got a lot done around the house. I think I'm looking forward to Thursday now, too.
Can you tell who was looking forward to preschool - and who was not?
Before The Awful Truth
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