Saturday, I thought I was kicking it at first with my 4-year old friend. We colored, we practiced our numbers, she showed me how she could write 18 different words. We were on a roll.
Sunday a.m. she started voicing concern over starting kindergarten. She wouldn't know where to go, in what line should she stand for lunch, who would be in her class, what class to go to, she might not have any friends in her class, and lunch oh my on lunch, what to eat and where. I thought it was so cute, I smile and laughed. A wee small laugh. OH! MY! Not good.
She ran to mom's arms in a display of tears and announced, "Suz.. Suz.. Suzannnnnnee is laughing at me." Talking about feeling like a heel. I waited for the sofa to open up and devour me but as luck would have it, this wasn't a human swallowing couch. I was on my own. After quick reassurance that I wasn't laughing at her and her rebuttal that I was, she slowly calmed down and turned her attention to the cartoons on the T.V. I did not bring up kindergarten again.
I wish I got the air she did above when kiting. I would be kicking it.
