Well, Bailey had his first day of preschool last week (pictures to come)...he's in Mrs. Trouble's class (her name is actually Mrs. Strobel but hey, who's keeping track?). In anticipation of this event, I spent quite a bit of time contemplating how he would behave at school. Part of me suspected he would act just like he does at home (and probably get expelled during the first week) and part of me (a VERY small part) wondered if he would be a little more shy since it was people he didn't know, in a place he'd never been. Which do you think it was?
During the first visit, they have what's called a "gradual entry" where they have the parents stay and it's just for one hour and they do an abbreviated schedule of how the normal days would go. During the drive to preschool, Bailey says to me "Mommy, why do you have to stay? Can't you just drop me off?" Um,
hello?! I thought I would have at least a few more years before he was trying to shake me off at the curb. I said "No. I'm staying." Within the first 5 minutes of school, he had zeroed in on a little boy named "Luke" (or "Wuke" if you can't say your "L" sound right). I think it's because he has a cousin named Luke but that's probably just a desperate mom grasping for straws. He walked up to this little boy and said "Hi Wuke! My name's Bailey Edward McGlothlan!" and then threw his arms around him and tried to give him a kiss...on the lips. Of course, little Wuke was horrified and while pleading with his eyes to his mom for help, he managed to extract himself from Bailey's clutches. But wait, there's more. During story time, Bailey kept inching closer and closer to Luke (I was trying not to intervene, just to let the teachers handle it)...suddenly with the "inside voice" he doesn't have, he goes "WUKE! CAN I SIT ON YOUR WAP?" What? No! There shall be NO lap sitting in preschool. I turned to Luke's mom and said "I'm just so sorry."
Of course, he was the only child in the class that couldn't sit still or be quiet for the 3 minutes they had circle time that day. When it came time to sing "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" he leapt to his feet and said "I WILL SING THAT ONE!" and proceeded to belt it out at the top of his lungs. Mind you, Bailey got the Andres gene for singing talent...the one where you're always out of tune and you have no rhythm...so all of the parents (including his) burst out laughing, which only made him sing louder and have a very big, dramatic finish.
Of course, he gets all that dramatic flair from his dad. :)