We’re within walking distance to the Adams School, where Avery will spend two-and-a-half hours every day in preschool. At least one set of twins, girls. One is more outgoing than the other. Several of the kids do not speak English as a first language. Maybe Avery will pick up some Spanish as a result.
Not all of the kids were there today, for the informal meet-and-greet with Mrs. Fabiano, the teacher. The kids line-up outside each morning, walk into the school with their teacher, and will be waiting in a line at the end of the day.
Inside the classroom, round tables and chairs. Lockers for backpacks and changes of clothes. A decorated bulletin board, where the day of the week and the current weather conditions are displayed. Circle time, during which Avery refused to cooperate, as did other kids. He’s not the only 5-year-old (had to be five by Sept. 1 to start in kindergarten).
Mrs. Fabiano read a story, after which Avery asked if he could imagine the parts of the story that weren’t read. Mrs. Fabiano liked this idea, suggesting the kids draw a picture of what they thought happened “off-page.”
Walked home, his hand in mine, making sure he knew the difference, at a crosswalk, between a red hand (stop) and the walking white man (go, but only after looking to make sure some idiot driver isn’t barreling through the intersection).
