Kyle is 5 years old. He, obviously, is a boy. Any of you that have had a 5 year old boy know that they certainly know how to keep life...umm, well, interesting.
Kyle is in preschool. He absolutely loves it. In Florida, you can put your child into a qualified VPK (Voluntary Pre-Kindergarten) class for free if you want to. (So, it's kind of like the schools here go from Pre-K to 12th grade.) Any preschool can qualify to have a VPK class as long as they follow certain criteria set for them by the state. Then, in return, they get state funding. It's really a win-win.
So, every mom of a preschooler knows how hard it can be to get your child a spot in a good...no, make that excellent, preschool. There are waiting lists that are like 3miles long. By the time your child hits the top of the list, they are in 2nd grade already.
We got really lucky. When I went to enroll Kyle (way late, of course), one of the ladies in the office I went to told me about a spot that she knew of that was in an excellent VPK class (even though technically she wasn't supposed to have told me....I guess I'm just so pretty she couldn't resist helping). So, I rushed right over and got him into the class. It's a private school. It is expensive and ritzy and very much upscale. Definitely NOT the place we would have him if we had to be paying the bill ourselves. :) It goes from Pre-K - 8th grade. The older children in the school are always very polite and say "good morning" and "excuse me" and all that jazz. Kyle does well there. He gets in trouble some, but no more than the other little rowdy boys in his class.
Oh, and did I mention the fact that this school is Orthodox? Very much so, in fact. It's not uncommon for Kyle to come home from school talking about his "Lord and Savior Jesus" because of something they have talked about that day.
We were doing Kyle's homework last night. He was told to draw a picture of something that begins with the letter "f". He chose family. I know, how sweet is that?? He drew himself first. I watched him as he drew his head......then his eyes and nose and smile...so sweet. He drew spiky hair (which he doesn't have) and then his big, round body. He drew two arms and two legs, just as he should. Then...wait....what the......??? OH. MY. CRAP!!!
That's right, ladies and gentlemen. He decided he wanted to draw himself anatomically correct. I. was. mortified. There was NO way I was going to let him turn this paper into his teacher at his ritzy, Orthodox preschool. I thought that maybe I could just get another piece of paper and have him draw a new picture and tell his teacher that something had spilled on the original, but I figured he would end up ratting me out. I could just see that........
Me: "Sorry his homework isn't on the paper you sent home with him. I spilled a glass of milk on that one, so I just gave him a new one to draw on."
Kyle: "No. NO. No you didn't. You said I had to draw on a new one because I drew myself a ding dong on the other one."
That wouldn't be good. Plus, I didn't want to lie. So, I just told him he had to draw himself some pants. He did. Although, he drew himself, me, Kaily, Evan, Alaina and his dad and he was the only one wearing pants. He didn't have a shirt on either...just pants. He doesn't really like to color, so he didn't want to have to take the time to put clothes on everyone. His teacher is no dummy, so I am sure she put two and two together and figured out what happened. Oh well. There are only a few more weeks of school left. Think I can avoid eye contact for that long???
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Posted by Valarie at 12:49 PM