timmy poopied in his potty seat of his own free will yesterday evening, with no prompting from us. even though we have a "meet the teacher" group scheduled august 21st, we called to ask if we could drop in today as a reward for such wonderful big boy behavior.
we arrived and were escorted to miss brooke's classroom. timmy was inexplicably shy and whispered his greeting. then he noticed the sink. a kitchen-style sink at his height. with a magic faucet (just waive your hand beneath and the water comes on). he asked, "may i please wash my hands?" he found no bar soap, so miss brooke talked him through the pump and the magic faucet and the paper towel dispenser and the waste bin.
miss brooke also introduced him to the class caterpillar. whom timmy poked and almost squished. out of love, though. love; not malice.
then timmy noticed the bin of dinosaurs.
and the bin of tinker toys.
and the bin of cars.
and the reading area, where i read a book about emergency vehicles to him (but skipped four of every five pages, b/c that was one long book!) and miss brooke promised to read "chicka chicka boom boom" (a very fun book) at the "meet the teacher" event.
timmy was well-behaved even though he wanted to see it all and do it all. i was proud of him.
but my baby! (sob) he's growing up! (sob) i'm not ready! (sob)
i suppose it's a good thing he'll have these two mornings a week for two years before kindergarted, eh?