Charlie sort-of started kindergarten on August 30th. Our school system does staggered entry, during which small groups of kindergarteners come in on just one day for assessment.

Shunning the parental paparazzi

He had a great day, though getting information out of him was like squeezing blood from a stone. I finally learned the following:
A: Did you do letters?
C: Yeah, the teacher asked me what sounds the letters make. Then she did it again with lower-case to make it harder, but I still knew the answer.
A: How about numbers? Did you do any counting?
C: I wanted to count to 200, but they told me I could stop at 93.
He went back to school, like, for real, on the 1st. We marked the occasion with a traditional Schultüte, schlepped over from Germany by my aunt. [This makes her sound like a mule for German handicrafts, which is partially true.] The Schultüte was filled with some school supplies, books, and of course, Legos.


We had an unfortunate memory card issue with our camera and the first day front porch picture has disappeared. Charlie was wearing the same dinosaur shirt again yesterday, and I convinced him to do a re-take. He kindly obliged, and thankfully, he hadn't changed much in a week. :)