Today was LB's first day of school, ever. We've never even done the gymnastics / library story time / Gymboree stuff. Really, after his first few library story time visits, I vowed never to do that again, but he has got to get out there and make some friends.
Apparently, it went okay. He had a lot of fun and brought home a drawing and some markers. But he refused to leave the playground when I came to pick him up and the teachers said he was "testing". I'm assuming the rules! He didn't hit any of the kids (thank god), but he tried to take a swing at the teachers. Yes, plural.
It makes some sense. He hates being told what to do. He wants to run the show and take command of everything going on around him. In short, he's a control freak. And authority figures don't mix with control freaks.
I'm a little disturbed to hear that he wanted to sleep over at preschool and not come home. Is home so bad that he never wants to come back? Are we being too hard on him? Does he hate us? I tried asking him kid-friendly questions and reassured him that no matter what, Mommy & Daddy love him, but he was too distracted for it to sink in.
I suppose I should be thankful that I don't have to peel him off my leg, kicking and screaming, so he can go to preschool. But the opposite is almost just as bad.
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