Butter

Smooth as butter! I just like butter. Eating it, talking about it, how ever I can get it. This post is actually about preschool and the transition going so well. So now that I've made you hungry...

It really could not have gone any better than it did. I only have praises of the school and his teachers. They love him, he loves them. It all works out! His last teachers loved him as well, so that part isn't a big shocker. I mean what's not to love about him? He's adorable. I think I've mentioned that before.

The only situation that still exists is getting to the car. That part is still rather difficult, but at least the walk is shorter and without the muddy parking lot and horrible parents. He cries when we have to leave... that part is funny to me a little bit. I need to pick him up a little earlier than the rest of the students get picked up because he tends to get overwhelmed with all the kids leaving at once and the parents all milling around. He rolls himself into a ball in the floor of the main room and parents look at me as if Benjamin were an alien. He doesn't start the screaming until we get into the parking lot, so that at least it isn't too loud. :)

Oh, and yesterday they had Chapel (which they do every Monday) and I went a little early and sat in the back so I could watch without being seen and it was too precious. The minister and the school director were putting on a puppet show for the students. Benjamin was sitting on the lap of one of his teachers and was clapping at the songs (a little after the appropriate spots, but hey, nobody is perfect) and singing. I was pleasantly surprised that he wasn't running around the aisles doing some sort of chicken dance. His teachers always have this bewildered look when I am surprised that he is "sweet" at school. Of course I do know that children always are better behaved when they are somewhere else other than home. I know this to be the definition of crazy.