Me: (Holding the Flip) Tornado S, are you excited to go to school today on your first day?
Tornado S: No. It’s not my first day. It’s the weekend.
Me: No. It’s Monday. It’s the first day of school. Yea!
Tornado S: No. I’m not going to school. I’m going to stay with you.
Me: You have to go to school. You’ll have lots of fun.
Tornado S: No, thank you.
Twenty minutes later we stood in front of the class. I’m quite sure The Ex’s car ate the Flip. (I better be getting a new car soon; I hate driving a trash can.) The four-year-olds eyed each other from the comfort of their parents’ legs. Nervousness and excitement filled the air.
The teacher opened the door. I gave Tornado S a hug and kiss. He stared at the open door, watching other kids walk in. Then he followed. At least he didn’t run in like Tornado E.
I sighed and turned. Nearly knocking over one of my friends’ from Tornado E’s class last year.
Other Mom: How are you doing?
Me: Hey! What are you doing here?
Other Mom: Exercise class. But I thought I would come early and see how you were doing. So?
Me: It’s a little hard. Another one growing up. (I squeezed Tornado A who sat on my left hip.) At least Tornado S had the decency to walk in solemnly unlike Tornado E who ran in with a laugh.
Other Mom: (laugh) And how are you, Tornado E?
Enter five minute monologue.
I placed Tornado A on his feet as I waited in the hot sun with the rest of the parents. He looked around, through the forest of legs.
The teacher opened the door. Tornado A toddled in. I went in to fetch him, returning to wait. Tornado S bounded out the door.
Me: How was your first day of school?
Tornado S: It was so, so, so fun!
Me: I’m glad.
Tornado S: Can I go back tomorrow?
Tornado E: So Tornado S, how was your first day of school? What did you do?
Tornado S: Um, we played on the playground!
Tornado E: Really?! That was the playground I used to play on! You’re going t have so much fun!
Tornado S: Yeah! I stood on the top and was Dr. Zombot!