He nearly ran in to the room today, at age 2 3/4, he was so e***d.
And woke up at 6am as well. He is the youngest and smallest, but I
didn't want him to wait 3 or 6+ months just because of his birthday
because, well, he can read and loves math, and when we visited a month
or so ago to have a look around he clutched the multiplication board to
his chest, said, "I'm three now!" and didn't want to come home. So, he
went off today with a packed lunch and a big grin on his face. And came
home one tired and happy little boy, with lots of things to chat about.
This is my favourite conversation *so far*:
Mama: "What was your favourite part of preschool?"
Tristan: "Playing outside in the garden."
Mama: "Who did you play with?"
Tristan: "With somebody else. Somebody Else opened the door and I
followed. Somebody else jumped off the step and I did too. Then we ran
around the garden and fell down. And laughed. And then Somebody Else
went back inside so I did too."
Mama (trying very hard not to laugh): "Was this person a boy or a girl?"
Tristan: "A girl."
Mama: "Do you know her name?"
Mama: "Perhaps you could ask her on Wednesday...?"
-- Jo in Scotland