an enthusiastic little scholar

A. is still firmly convinced that Kindergarten is the best thing that ever happened to her.  When I go in to wake her in the morning, she leaps out of bed and rushes to get dressed, no matter how sleepy she may be.

We learned today that a spot just opened up for BR for the morning Preschool class.  A. decided it was her job to prep him for his new life as a student.  She sat him down, crosslegged on the bed across from her, then she held up some cut-outs one by one and drilled him on his shapes and colors.  When he lost interest, I overheard her soothing teacher-voice: "Caa-alm and Qui-et."  It didn't work, so she tried again: "Give me five.  (That's when everyone is supposed to hold up their hand and pay attention.)" She carried on with the shapes identification lesson, and then: "It's called a 'trapezoid.'  That can be your Amazing Word, BR!"

At one point later in their conversation, I had to interrupt: "BR, if you say 'poop' one more time I am going to have to give you a consequence."

A.: "Mommy!  You just said 'I am!'  Those are my sight words this week!"