Back to School

We so wanted to hold on to summer (details of Hurricane Earl versus our beach retreat to come), that I didn't give Harry a lot of school prep. No big wind-up. In fact, I let him know we were heading to our second year of preschool about 15 minutes before we left for orientation on Tuesday. Harry, who to his credit had already memorized his teachers names (ms. Porter and ms. Troxel), was not so enthused, demanding that I stay with him. Which I did. Charlotte, on the other hand, was rip-roarin'-ready to dive in, testing the toys and, her personal favorite, the little teachers' sink where she was certain that foot baths and pedicures were to be administered.

Yesterday was in fact Harry's first day and he had me gripped highly around the thighs as we approached the classroom door. What got him inside? Thomas, of course. A mention or two of the Thomas trains and books waiting inside quickly dissolved his reluctance.

When I came to pick him up he was all smiles and sweat, explaining with great enthusiasm about the time he spent with "my friends" pretending to be firefighters. I'm already getting good preschool vibes.

Onward to the Fall....