Last fall I called a local preschool to look into enrolling Rachel. At the time Rachel wasn’t quite potty trained, and the school offered only one class for children that were not potty trained, and that class was full. So I decided to just wait a while longer.
Fast forward to Monday. I decided to call the preschool again to see if by any chance there were any openings. I didn’t really expect there to be, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask, and anyway I could get a head start on the fall. Turns out, however, that there was in fact an opening as one little boy moved away.
I dropped her off, and she was just fine.
When I went to pick her up she was very happy to see me. The teacher told me that she did great, that even though all of the other kids had been there since September, she fit right in and did not miss a beat.