Back to school started with a bang last night at the Captain's back to school picnic in the park. There was pizza. There were brownies. And most importantly, there were cups and a playground. So it came as no surprise to me that the Captain ran around all evening with a death grip on his paper cup (his favorite playtime accoutrement) and was extremely intent on bringing this cup where ever he went. Up the steps, down the slide. Anywhere you could truly think of. And it didn't stop there. He was particularly adept at conning unassuming parents to fill his cup. I think he had about 4 bites of pizza and it didn't really interest him. To the Captain, it's all about the cups...
I can attest to the fact that the Dad and I have no fears about sending the Captain off to school on Monday. He ran from us faster than we could put him down and didn't have the general confidence problems some wee ones might have. This, of course, being the reason that we were forced to put his name tag on his back instead of his front; he wouldn't sit still long enough for us to put it on his front. Which is all fine, anyway, because he spent most of the evening running away from people and it made it easier to find out what his name was.
But that all being said, I do have one major fear: the playground. Not that he'll fall, but that they will have to pry him from the riding cars, slides and sandbox that adorn the side of his classroom. This morning all the Toddlers were gathered at said play area and I can assure you that the Captain was the only child who would not be deterred from the playground. In fact, he was kicking and screaming when we left. With a window overlooking the temptation I fear that Teacher is going to have her hands full. But am I really afraid? Nah. This is why we pay other people to raise our kids. Ah, bliss...
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