Ella has been going to a new pre-school for about a month. She is the only two-year-old and most of the kids are 3, 4 and 5. She likes it a lot, is perfectly happy when we leave her there, and never comes home sad or troubled by her day.
Today I got a little insight into the daily goings on. We were talking about "school" at dinner and here's how our conversation went:
Me: Do you play with anyone else besides Claire?
E: No.
Me: You don't play with any of the other kids besides Claire?
E: No. And sometimes Claire doesn't want to play with me.
Me: Then what do you do?
E: I play by myself.
Me: Is playing by yourself fun?
E: YES. No...not really.
That just breaks your heart, huh? Because you can't be there for that moment when she ends up alone and before she finds something to do to keep her happy and make that moment fun. The world is big and bad and we are only just beginning the fun. And she comes home happy each day and loves school. So it'll be OK, overprotective dad.
And then, in true form, we finished our conversation with a laugh...
Me: Do you ever play with your teachers?
E: No. They don't play.
Me: What do they do?
E: Some of them sleep and some of then don't. During nap time. But they all rub our backs.
On to the next activity.
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