Last night was registration at the grade school Emma will be attending next year. Being that I've been told I am a bit social, and tend to know a few people....as we're walking in the Principal (an old neighbor and friend) sees me from his office, jumps up and comes to greet us. We also knew the secretary, several of the teachers and a few parents. So, I fill out all the paperwork with Emma's vital stats and details (while Sara is telling me to write her name too....) and then I decide to take Emma to meet the teacher whose class she could be in next year. Mrs. Hunter is the grandmother of another of Emma's daycare friends and she sees her several times a week. Her classroom was full of those awful primary colors and toys and crafts that would make any 5 year old actually want to go to school. Emma turned on the shy and wouldn't talk or leave my side....meanwhile, Sara has made a beeline for some toy cars and is making engine noises. I walked Emma around so she could visit everyone we knew that worked at the school, got her comfortable, and thought it would make it easier on her when it's time for her to become a member of the public school system. Hmmm. As we are driving out of the parking lot she very calmly and matter of factly tells me, "Mom, I am never going to that school again. That is the first, and last time I go into that building." Rad. Can't wait for the first day of school!
