Bean had her first day of school.
Honestly, I don't consider this school for whatever reason.
I'm sure if I had, I'd be more emotional.
The grandparents seem more emotional over it.
Still, we picked out a lovely backpack, robots.
We picked out a snack bag.
We made our snacks together and every evening at bedtime she gives me a request for her snack the next day.
She's at school for 2.5 hours a day.
She has been hush about what goes on.
I've only been able to extract they read a book about how dinosaurs go to school and she likes to play with the puzzles alot.
She even came home with an artwork in her backpack yesterday. Actually it was her name written in crayon. She doesn't write her name from left to right. From what we gather as long as all the letters are on the page somewhere, she says that's her name.
I asked her about it and she said, "I don't want to talk about it."
Ok.
And so it begins. Just like her music class. What happens in preschool stays in preschool.
