Yesterday I registered Pookie for first grade in public school. It was a hard decision we had been mulling over since the beginning of last year. This year, it felt like the right choice.
After talking with the principal and secretary and filling out forms, I was excited to prepare him for school. I babbled on about a new handwriting he'd learn (D'nealian), math, science, art, learning to write sentences correctly, reading, music, P.E., recess, lunch together, and on and on. Then on the way to Wal-Mart to pick up his school supplies I said to him,
"Do you have any questions? Is there anything you want to know about school?"
He said, "Um... Mommy, can they teach me how to be a firefighter?"