I have a bad feeling about preschool. Spirited kids are not easy in a classroom. And due to my bad luck in losing lotteries, my son is going to the second choice school, where the teachers are older, less engaged, not enthusiastic. They do not look like the type to accommodate a spirited child.
Today was orientation. My son walked in and noticed that the train set he had played with at open house had been put away. "Where is the train set?" he demanded to know. "We put it away for today," they told him. "Why?" They didn't offer much explanation so he asked three more times, until I intervened with a real answer. Then he asked them "Can I take my shoes off?" "No." "Why? Why can't I talk my shoes off?" "Thats the rule."his teacher said. As usual, he does not accept an answer like that from someone he doesn't know, so he sat down to take his shoes off.
It was a tiny exchange, but seemed like a snapshot of what is to come. Lots of questions, which they won't have the time or energy to answer. He can't be distracted. He can press on for hours until he gets an answer he accepts. What if they get annoyed with him, after three hours straight of questions. Day after day. All 3.25 years of life thus far have been spent both moving and talking.
He talks all day. He talks to me, he stops people on the street to ask them questions. He stops at every construction site and asks questions about every worker, every truck, every task. He performs a running commentary while he plays by himself.
He jumps around doing acrobatics during story time. We had to switch bath to the middle of the day because evening baths do not calm him down, (as all bed time routine experts advise.) Baths rev him up. He squirms and kicks while he falls asleep. For 14 hours solid every day, he is moving and talking, with no break.
I cringe every time I hear someone describe their baby or kid as "chill."
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