It's little things. Like the comment about wanting to go back to Preschool. The fact that he's suddenly been wetting his bed, nearly nightly, for about oh, two weeks.
And then it's big things. Like the MASSIVE fit he pitched this morning as the school bus pulled up. I dragged his kicking and flailing body across the road. Tried to get him on the bus. Failed. It didn't really help that it was a substitute bus driver, that looked
Yeah, that one.
So what gives? His regular teacher was away on Friday, and I wonder if that doesn't have something to do with it.
He says he likes school, lord knows he loved preschool. The last thing I want is for the next 14 years to be hell on wheels because he hates going to school.
Help! Got any first timers in the house? How are they handling the transition? Got any tips? What about all you teacher peeps out there? How about some tips from your end!