First Week of Kindergarten

The first week of Kindergarten is wrapping up and things have gone far smoother than I could have ever imagined. I am knocking on wood as I type this. The following is a collection of Brady’s observations regarding his first week:

He does not have the same teacher for lunch. The person at lunch is different and she tells him how nice his lunch is and then she takes him out on the playground and she has a whistle that she blows if kids are bad or to line up to go back inside. He seemed intrigued when I told him Grandma Donna is a lunch lady with a whistle. The people who eat at his lunch table bring a lunch that smells terrible.

He does not understand why circle time is still called circle time even though the carpet is a rectangle.

He has not used the toilet at school at all because they all have the automatic flushers that he is terrified of. When I was walking him home today, a mom overheard me talking about it with him and she said her daughter had the same problem so they put a post-it note over the flusher so it would not flush on her. (I will be sending an email to the teacher immediately.)

His gym teacher’s name is Mr. Duty. He thinks that is a funny name.

Brady’s card has been on green every day. If your card gets turned to yellow, you miss part of recess. If your card gets turned to red, you have been so terrible that the teacher has to call your parents.

He saw the latch-key room and said that it looks really fun so he is looking forward to going next week.

His favorite part of school is recess.

He did not recognize his teacher on the second day of school because on the first day, she had on a shirt with green stripes, and on the second day, she had on a shirt with blue polka dots. (Apparently teachers are not supposed to change their clothes every day.)

About jillo31

I always wanted to write the great American novel. I've come to the realization that that may not happen. Instead, I'm going to write about my life as a working mom to three boys. I figure in ten years, I won't remember what these days are like. I want to record my everyday victories and struggles.
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