In Mexico, kids enter kindergarten at age 3, and it lasts for 3 years. So Molly entered her first year of kindergarten this year, while Lauryn is in third year. We are blessed to have a school just a couple of blocks from our new house in town.
This being my day of rest, I just got back from seeing Lauryn and Molly during recess and buying them a snack. They each had a huevo con chorizo (scrambled egg with spicy sausage) taco and a cup of pineapple juice. Lots of parents come at recess to feed their kids and see them for a little bit, and the school sells food.
This is the covered school yard during recess:
Here are Lauryn in Molly in their school uniforms:
Good for you. And good for her. I agree that there are times when being sntoty (or, in our house, being mean) are perfectly acceptable. It’s surprising to me, still, how early we’re having to think about all this. My sons are still frightened of things they see on Sesame Street, but we’ve already had to deal with a bully at school, and the other day Henry came home and started asking about why adults get divorced and would Daddy and I ever get a divorce and where would he live if we got a divorce? And I remembered that I was in fourth grade when I started to wonder about those things, not in preschool. I just want them to be kids for as long as possible.