C started school again this past week. He’s in what they call a “kindergarten readiness” class – meaning he’s repeating pre-K. I was horrified when this idea was first suggested, but I was eventually brought around. He was born two days before the cut-off, meaning he was destined to be either the youngest in his class or the oldest. I wanted him to be the youngest. My wife wanted him to be the oldest. His teachers agreed with her, and I was out-voted.<\/p>\n
So he’s in a class with 10 other kids that are doing exactly the same thing.<\/p>\n
When we were talking about school one of the days this week, he told me he was ready now. I didn’t understand. “Ready for what?”<\/p>\n
“Ready for kindergarten,” he said. “I can start next week.”<\/p>\n
Ouch. “Are they talking about that at school?” I asked.<\/p>\n
He looked at his feet. “Yeah.”<\/p>\n
“Who is?”<\/p>\n
“Everyone. Everyone is talking about it. We all think we’re ready.”<\/p>\n
I thought for a second, and then fell back on that great guy tradition: the sports metaphor. <\/p>\n
“You know what you’re doing now?” I asked. “You’re practicing. This is a practice year for you, so that next year, when you go to kindergarten, you’re going to be incredible. You’ll already know everything!”<\/p>\n
“Practice?”<\/p>\n
“Yeah, just like soccer. You know how we practice and practice for the games? That’s what you’re doing with Kindergarten. This year is practice.”<\/p>\n
This seemed to cheer him up, though I don’t know how long it will last.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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