Jayna started her second year of preschool yesterday, so we did our customary first-day-of-school photo shoot. No stranger to the whole first-day-of-school thing himself, big brother Zan was on hand to lend moral support.
Based on the difficult time she had with going to preschool last year — which we believe is attributable to her being younger than just about every other child in her class — we decided to have her repeat the two-day preschool program instead of move ahead to the three-day program.
She asked if Wonder Woman and I could both take her to school yesterday, so we did, and, much to our relief, she was displaying great enthusiasm and excitement about going … until, you know, we got to the front door of the school. Cue the tears.
Thankfully, Wonder Woman was able to pry the child off of her, and Jayna, god bless her little soul, she made it through the hour-long school-day that the teachers had scheduled for day one. Clearly, the child possesses nerves of steel.
When I picked her up, she was all bubbly and delightful.
“I was happy at school, Daddy!” she told me.
She better be … because, according to my calculations, holding her back means WW and I just added a year onto the length of time between now and the day when we’ll get our house back to ourselves.