tuesday was the first day of preschool for our youngest and perhaps most rascally child. it was a long-awaited day, as he has long been saying that he gets to go to school when he turns three. well, he turned three in july, and was very disappointed that he didn't go right to school. then, last week, when his brothers started school, he couldn't understand why he didn't get to go, too. finally, the day arrived, and he was ecstatic. he loved it. he came home able to say all of his teachers names (although Miss Bev became Miss Beb, a change i'm not sure she endorses). he was energetic in talking about all the things he did and how much he loved it. he returns to school for his second day today, and looks to continue his journey toward being too ridiculously cute for his own good.
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