I know, it's crazy. But I do.
I'm 99% certain we're doing the right thing. The other 1% of me wants to get in my car right now and pluck him from his classroom and bring him back home.
He was so excited last night and this morning. It was too cute.
He got overwhelmed in the front office when they were giving me the paperwork to fill out. And cried a little while we were sitting in the cafeteria while I was filling out said paperwork. He was scared, he said. I assured him that everything was fine and that I wasn't going to leave him until he was okay. He wanted to come home with me for today but I knew once we got into his classroom he'd be fine. And he was.
His teacher seems sweet despite her name: Mrs. Nails. Hmmm.
I'm worried about him and can't wait to see him when I pick him up to get the full report on his day. 3:00 can't come soon enough.
ETA: He's fine! He survived and even loved it. And best of all, he caught on quickly to subtraction (and I mean, full on subtraction problems) and we'd just started learning about it. Whew.
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