One random week, a plan began to brew. Mila and Kami met at the park for lunch. A cutie boy, Morgan, just happened to show up. Morgan is a friend of Kami's.
They romped, they played, they bonded. At the same exact time, their mommies chatted. What preschool are you sending your kid to? When? Are they ready? A plan began to hatch.
What if . . . we did our own 'preschool'?
(I just wanted you to see how truly filthy they were. I know you can't really see, so just imagine. Mila was the bad influence, and refused to wear shoes. Everybody just seemed to follow. . . . . . . . )
We all met a couple of weeks later to discuss the details. The boys ran, and ran, and crashed things. The two girls sat quietly, in a corner, and chatted. If I didn't know any better, I'd say they were talking about boys!
The next week our little school began.
Being that Amelia's mommy is an idiot, she volunteered to host it first (as if I wasn't already stressed out anyways, I mean whats just one more plate to juggle?)
We learned the letter A, and number 1. There is a possibility that they forgot more than actually they learned. They enjoyed each other's company immensely, though.
We decided to then go for a walk. I mean really, how long can you have four three year olds cooped up in your shoebox/house?
They all found swords (would this be a good idea?).
As you can see, Kami was not that into sword play.
I think I can actually see her annoyance at the petty children's games!
We then went tromping through the woods (good thing no bears got us!)
And mysteriously came out at a trampoline. With lots and lots of leaves all piled up. It was like the ultimate jump into a leaf pile; without the dog poop that is usually in it!
I think it went okay. But I am more pleased that I don't have to do it again for six more weeks! Yeah! Just drop my kid off at somebodies house, and drive away. Hopefully she'll get something out of it, too!
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