Max is figuring this kindergarten thing out. Last night, when Ronnie tucked him in, Max told him a few things:
“There’s six things you can’t say at school. You can’t say poop at school.” He raised a finger. “You can’t say bomb at school.” Another finger. “You can’t say guns at school. You can’t say foopy-bo-poopy at school.” Still counting on his fingers. “You can’t say fart at school. And you can’t say weirdo at school.”
This is very serious. How will he manage not to say “foopy-bo-poopy” for an entire school year?
He also told Ronnie, “I cried on the outside at school today. Most of the time I just cry on the inside, but today I cried on the outside. My leg hurt and it was bleeding so my teacher gave me a Band-Aid.”
Did it really happen? We’ll never know. But, he has mentioned several times that he’s struggling not to cry at school.
The other day he told my mom that he cries on the inside all day at school because he misses me.
Last night, he told me he needs to go to the doctor because something is wrong with his eyes. Of course, I thought he could be having vision problems, so I asked him what was wrong with his eyes.
“They keep wanting to burst into tears,” he answered.
He’s melting my heart. We’re encouraging him and making school sound exciting and fun. He’s doing great in school – he has been a good boy, he’s making new friends, and he loves his teachers. He’s still just struggling with doing it all on his own.
For being such a tough little guy, he sure has a sweet, tender heart.