I, however, was overcome with tears in the hallway and almost completely lost it until someone distracted me. Turns out this snotty girl I used to know sends her kid there. Joy oh joy, I get to see her three days a week.
Then the little kid and I went on our walk. We walked around a lake and there was an alligator hanging out near one of the shores. I knew chances were he wasn't interested in me in the slightest, but he had me nervous and I swear I would've done a couple more laps if he wasn't there. I'm totally kicking ass on the Chaw Chub Club Challenge, by the way. Those bitches might as well just send me their money now.
I did that and some errands and more or less waited around to pick him up. Finally 1:45 rolled around and as I peeked into the classroom I saw him happily sitting on the big red rug, learning his numbers in French. Can we say kick ass pre-school? Learning his numbers in French? On the first day? I love it.
He looked up and made a weird, thoughtful, sad about something sort of face. I came in and sat down and Miss Judy, the equally awesome assistant, pointed me out to him and he gave me a small nod of acknowledgment and kept watching her. She then told all of the kids to pick a book and look at it until their parents arrived and he ran to the bookshelf, chose a book and asked her if she would read to him. Maybe he was sad to see me?
I asked the teacher how he did and she said he did great and that he was very cute. I guess she wouldn't tell me if he came out of the bathroom with no pants on or told someone his penis was feeling pretty big. As I sat and waited while Miss Judy explained sonic boom to the kids (I shit you not), I overheard the following conversation:
Clueless Mom: (picks up papers from kid's folder, looks at them) Um, excuse me?
Miss Sharon: Yes, hi! How are you?
Clueless Mom: Are you teaching the kids to write from right to left?
Miss Sharon: Right to left? No. We teach them to write the correct way.
Clueless Mom: Because I'm looking at this paper and he wrote his name right to left and I know another little girl that goes here and she does that too sometimes. I thought maybe it was a Jewish thing?
Miss Sharon: A Jewish thing? No, that's very typical at this age. We just had them write like they normally write to assess where they are at with writing skills. We didn't do a lot of writing today, it being the first day and all.
Clueless Mom: But don't the Jewish read from right to left? Or something like that? I thought that was why.
Miss Sharon: Ahh, that thought hadn't crossed my mind. No, we teach them to write like everyone else.
LMAO. Hello clueless. I'm no expert on the Jewish stuff, but I look like one compared to this moron. Although there is some Jewish reason I don't have to pack a snack on Friday but I don't know why or what it is called. I also didn't know they don't mix meat and dairy. I'm learning though, I'll be an expert in no time.
Miss Sharon hugged the Big Kid and I took him out to the car where I gave him a bear hug and a big kiss and excitedly asked:
Ashley: How was school?
Big Kid: I don't know
Ashley: What do you mean, you don't know? Wasn't it fun?
Big Kid: I don't know
Ashley: Well what did you do?
Big Kid: I don't know
Ashley: Come on, Big Kid, think of everything you did and tell me your favorite.
Big Kid: Art the Dog. He paints. Wit gold paint. Yewwow weally, I guess. Dat's all.
Ashley: That's all? What does that even mean? What else did you do?
Big Kid: I don't know
Ashley: But I want to hear about your day. Was Miss Sharon nice?
Big Kid: YEAH! And Miss Judy is my fwiend.
Ashley: Oh good, I want to hear all about it.
Big Kid: I already told you already. No more.
Ashley: Did you go outside?
Big Kid: Enough mudder. No more.
Ashley: But I...
Big Kid: (Covering face with hands) Noooooooo. Ahhhhhhh!!! Noooooooooo. I say no. Big Kid says no.
Ashley: Whatever
Big Kid: Whatevah.
It is really weird that he has gone somewhere and done things and had experiences I know nothing about. I wan't to install a nanny cam on him or something. I want to know, damn it!
Look what I packed him for lunch (because I'm a GOOD mom):
For anyone studying the background, it's an antique pie safe. So it's supposed to be shabby. It's on purpose. Anyhoo, I was inspired by this blog. What a fun idea!! I love the whole "Bento" concept and I'd like to eat this way myself. Why shouldn't it be fun? Plus, you know the other kids at the lunch table are going to be way jealous. HaHA! I also packed a snack because that isn't much food. So this is my new hobby. I bet it doesn't make it 'til Monday even. But right now, I love the idea. Tonight I even used a star shaped cookie cutter to make cucumbers and tomatoes into shapes. I then lovingly presented it to the Big Kid:
Big Kid: What's dat?
Ashley: Cucumbers and tomatoes! I made it for you!
Big Kid: No. No. I don't want dat.
Ashley: But why not?
Big Kid: It's all cwazy. No. I said no. Dat is not wight.
Ashley: That's mean, I did this to be nice.
Big Kid: (Slaps at me) I told you no, mudder.
Ashley: TIME OUT YOU BRAT. The little kid can eat the stars.
little kid: (Throws them angrily to the dog and smiles at me defiantly)
After the dog ate it the Big Kid was desperate for some of his own, but see how they treat me? See how I'm totally underappreciated? It's just not right.
So I'm concluding that pre-k went pretty well, although I really know nothing about it other than that tidbit about Art the Dog and that the Jewish teachers write like everyone else. We'll try again Friday.
