Cubby's school is Monday through Thursday. Charlie's preschool is Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday mornings. Their schools are a half mile apart, and I drive them both to school in the mornings. So three days a week, I drop them both off--Cubby first, then Charlie. On Mondays, however, it's just Cubby. On this particular Monday, when I announced it was time to go to school, here's what went down:
Cubby: I hate school!*
Charlie: I love school!
Me: Cubby, get your boots on. Charlie, you don't have school today.
Cubby: No! I'm not going!
Charlie: Yes, I do! I'm going to school!
Me: Cubby, you're going. Charlie, you don't have school today.
Cubby: NO! I HATE SCHOOL! I'M NOT GOING!
Charlie: I'M GOING TO SCHOOL!
Me: EVERYONE GET YOUR BOOTS ON AND GET IN THE VAN.
And then I woke Jack from a sound sleep to put him in the van too.
Just about as fun as it sounds, yes.
Thankfully, when we got Cubby to school he didn't stage any protests. And Charlie forgot about school when I suggested we should come home and have some toast.
Still, let's hope we don't repeat this every Monday morning.
* Upon questioning, he stated that there are too many rules (never thought I'd hear rule-obsessed Cubby say that) and they don't play enough. It's a rough transition from playtime preschool to real school.
2 comments:
I'm sure it's just getting used to the routine. Cubby just needs to learn that this is his fate for the next decade plus... Could be like me, two decades in school.
(Okay, never clearly did that math before. 20 years not counting kindergarten. Yuck.)
-moi
Can't imagine what it would be like if Cubby was in the public school system. He doesn't know how lucky he is, but then kids never do, do they?
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