September 8, 2009
I think I forgot to mention that James started school a little while back. In our neck of the woods the public schools have a half-time PreK program, so James is officially taking the bus and I'm officially getting boatloads of solicitations to serve on the PTA.
I'm like, "Sure, I'll be on the PTA, but you've gotta understand that I steal t-shirts, I nurse in public, I don't do fundraising, and it wouldn't bother me one damn bit if the Captain Underpants series was a permanent part of the curriculum."
I'm not sure on this, but it seems as though the president forgot to add my name to her email list. Huh.
Anywho, James is loving school. He seems to have found his soulmate/BFF in a skinny little kid named Isaiah, and has developed an undeniable man crush on this bus driver, Rusty. And really now, who can blame the kid? James is four and Rusty DRIVES A FRIGGIN' BUS--it's a match made in heaven if I've ever seen one.
Today, when James got home from school, I said, "So how'd you do today buddy?"
And he answered with, "Mom? You know that lady with the really big body? She has a funny voice and she's always asking me questions?"
"James," I said sternly, "I sure hope you're not talking about your teacher that way."
"No Mom," he assured me, "I'm talkin' about you! You ask me too many questions."
Well goodness, I can hardly believe how much he's learned in a week!