When I first dropped the muppets off in the toddler room of their preschool, Destroy still couldnâ€™t walk. Search couldnâ€™t (or more likely wouldnâ€™t) talk. Theyâ€™ve had three years of amazing teachers since. (And now they wonâ€™t sit still or shut up.)
Today I dropped them off for their first day of pre-K.
This may not sound like much to you with older kids. Some of you may think, â€œOh, itâ€™s just the 4-year-old class.â€ But in the preschool world â€“ theyâ€™re seniors this year! My once tiny 2-pounders are now the “big kids.”
Destroy was all about the idea. Pre-K kids are allowed to climb the mountain in the play yard without a teacher. (Or so Iâ€™m told. I’ve not yet noticed a mountain subtly peaking from the base of the sandbox. Maybe it’s only visible to the Pre-K’ers who truly believe.)
Search was far more skeptical. Heâ€™s not a big fan of change until heâ€™s fully investigated his situation.
Iâ€™d talked this new adventure up quite a bit. But drop-off was the same. So I wouldnâ€™t hear about the day until the full experience was complete.
When I arrived to pick them up, both were bouncing off the walls (one literally) with excitement. They gave me a full tour of their new digs. â€œFollow over here, Mommy!â€ Destroy instructed. â€œFirst, you go through these big doors hereâ€¦â€ I merely walked behind them.
Destroy: This is our new room. Itâ€™s where the big kids go to school now.
Search: And there are TWO Searches in my class.
Destroy: Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. There are three Searches. One is my brother. The other one is not my brother. The other one that’s not my brother is the far away one cuz he doesn’t go here anymore. Search are you not going to cry again tomorrow?
Apparently, Search had spent the first part of the morning crying. But he figured things out pretty quickly upon the discovery of a new play castle with shiny armor. And more importantly, his new teacher, Miss Pan, talked swiffering with him.
Brooms and sweeping? I think weâ€™ve found another good fit for the teacher who will guide them through their senior year of preschool.
But the boys still clearly love all their teachers.
Search: Mommy, I miss Miss Blue.
Me: But you saw her this afternoon, right?
Destroy: Yeahâ€¦she found usâ€¦
Good luck, Miss Pan.
Itâ€™s time to play the music. Itâ€™s time to light the lights. Itâ€™s time to meet the muppets in Pre-K this year!