Josh's first year of preschool was a rip-roaring success. They're a good fit, Josh and preschool. He liked the kids there, the art projects, the sand table, the water table, the songs and the playground. The only thing that puts a damper on his three-day-a-week fun is the often-expressed desire to be in kindergarten (especially when Ben the kindergartener goes on a field trip to the zoo).
The end of the year party was a couple of weeks ago. All the cute 4-5 year olds sang their parents a few songs (one cute four year old sang his one solo part in a very high, silly voice) and they had some olympic games outside. A race, a backwards race, golf ball balanced on a spoon, long jump, bean bag toss and a sack race were on the agenda. Then each kid got their turn to climb up on a little stand and get their certificate while a teacher gave a prediciton for what that kid would be when they grew up. Here is Josh's potential: "Josh is a cute kid that loves to have a good time. Lunchtime is his favorite part of the day and he absolutely loves ketchup. We think that Josh will become a chef." Ah yes, ketchup. I guess that's his legacy. Back at the Christmas party one of the teachers gave him a huge, industrial-sized vat of ketchup (so big it has a pump you attach to the top). It was five pounds. Of ketchup. Apparently at preschool he was known to eat it with a spoon (ew) and lick his plate clean (and ew). So…come on over. Bring your fries. We've still got at least four and a half pounds left.