Last weekend J announced I want to be four. I was amused that he is gaining a concept of age. But, then I realized that he’s just gaining a concept of the toys that Jeremy is getting for his upcoming birthday.
Still, twice this week when asked his age, he told them he was four! What? I’m four and I want to go to school he explained. I assured him that his preschool has a class for three-year-olds, so he doesn’t need to worry about being four for several months.
Guess what? We couldn’t find him on the three-year-old lists at preschool orientation today. He has been moved up to the four-year-old class!
If only my wishful thinking turned to reality so easily!
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