Oh, have they been practicing (preschool graduation time)!!!

It has been a week of graduations, as I mentioned our son’s preschool graduation was quite a wild ride! After the swedish school one with two rowdy “ants in their pants”, LOUD kids I was prepared and ready, or so I thought…

My husband takes an hour off of work (what a rare treat!) to come see his little man graduate! It starts off tame enough, thanking the teachers, chatting some with other parents, dropping of the gifts and flowers…

Then it’s time for the little 3 and 4 year olds performance in the church. Even though our little guy doesn’t really seem like he is singing it looks like he is following along and getting most of the gestures and dance moves right! I’m quite impressed actually. But when it comes to answering their main teachers questions…

They are all so cute, the kids, all dressed up and a little nervous. Apparently they have been practicing what to say for months. Part of the “performance” or the “exercise” is to answer all questions in a complete (full) sentence as the teacher, mrs. B keeps reminding them. They all go one by one. They did great with some gentle reminders (not to copy one another, “remember what we practiced” and “start the sentence with “I”). The first answer by our boy turns out okay. They all answer what their favorite classroom toy is! I nudge my husband, hoping that our son will have an audible answer that makes some kind of sense and we get lucky- well, semi lucky, he answers “dinosaurs” (man, do I clap, it makes total sense! Never mind that the “full sentence” was a barely audible mumble). But there it was, “dinosaurs”, favorite toy, boom! Great answer. We later find out that they do not have any dinosaur toys in the classroom (never have)… Oh well…

Next question; favorite teacher? Are they really allowed to ask this? The answer format is now supposed be “my favorite teacher is …” (Again, they have apparently been practicing for months…)

“Miss. Richardson” …

Slight confusion, exchange of looks between the two teachers. I know why, there is no miss Richardson at this school, she is his main teacher at his other school, oops!…

Next question (they have apparently “interviewed each kid separately so he really should have this down!). “What do you want to be when you grow up?” (What not WHO)…
Firefighters, a couple of princesses, police officer, a flower (hmm, slightly quirky, right…?), astronaut! And our son’s answer? “Daddy”. Aww, that is so adorable (I think…), more clapping!

“When we go to chapel, pastor B talks about?” Our kiddo’s answer…

“Daddy”

Eh, well hmm!
His daddy getting looks and feeling somewhat uncomfortable (I’m pretty sure pastor B does not talk about “daddy”). I see a slight theme here, well he is his father’s little mini clone after all!

Last answer (Oh! Have they been practicing!!!)

“What’s your favorite thing to do at preschool?” Lots of “playing in the garden”,”swinging on the swings” “riding the bikes”, “making play doh” and “circle time” full sentences naturally!

“Remember William, say it in a full sentence”
Drumroll please…

His parents are cringing in the second row (pretending to be busy with baby sister).

“Full sentence!” he exclaims,  “Eh that’s right honey…let’s try again”…”my favorite thing to do at preschool is…?”

Our son answer loud and clear “swim with A” (his little “girlfriend’s name”).

Never mind that she does not go to his preschool or that there is no swimming(pool) at his school…

Good job buddy! Nobody got (understood) his answers but you know what we did, and he looks so cute and confident and all grown up and I know that we are both insanely proud of our little guy.

When I’m left alone with the kids we sit down to juice and cupcakes. After an unfortunate “spill”, a sneezing over the cupcake incident  and a minor fall (with a few tears), my son asks to get the dinosaurs out of the car. I have no idea what he is talking about, I didn’t even know he brought some with him. He takes my hand and won’t leave me alone until I go with him to the car. There they are in the backseat a couple of dinosaurs in a green box from his room (how did he sneak those in there?).

“What do you want to do with these Hun?”

“I want to put in the classroom so all kids can play dinosaurs!!” Hep! And so we do…

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About jennym

A doctor of psychology and a mother of three writing about the struggles and joys and the ups and downs of motherhood, marriage, pregnancies, deliveries and her absolute love for her children in a humoristic yet down to earth weekly blog!

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