I was deep in sleep when I heard these words wake me up:
"I need something to cut with"
What? Cut? What?
"I need a knife I want to cut something, Mama, can you get me one?"
"You need a...a what?"
"A knife. I want to cut something. Can you get me a knife?"
"Wait, wait, wait, do you have a knife now?" My eyes are trying to blink, but I have no glasses, no contacts, and can barely make out the smudge of light brown hair standing in front of my bed.
I desperately start reaching my hands in his direction to feel if he has a knife.
As I'm writing that sentence I'm wondering if blindly swiping my hands in the direction of a knife possibly wielded by my child was the best idea, Sherlock.
"No, but can you get me one? I want to cut something."
"What do you want to cut?"
"I want to make a kite!"
A kite? A KITE?
"We're not going to make a kite right now."
"Because YOU are going to school today!"
Some people agonize whether to put their child in school, pre-, public, whatever. I have never had that problem. Sorry to mislead you with the title of this post and all, but going to school wasn't bittersweet, it was just sweet. I don't even have that mommy-sadness when children reach milestones, he's beyond ready.
When I mentioned to El Guille several weeks ago that he might be going to school he immediately walked over to the front window and said, "School? School? I WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL."
"Well it's not until next week."
El Guille, with a dazzling smile on his face, "And then the school bus is going to pick me up. The school bus is yellow. The yellow school bus is going to pick me up and take me to school! Where my friends are! Is the school bus going to pick me up because the school is way, way, way far away?"
"Actually, I will be taking you to school because it's not that far."
"Can I go now? Can I? Please? Please?"
"It doesn't start until next week"
"BUT I WANT TO GO NOW."
"We can't, no one is there, we can go next week."
"I want to go to school," he insisted with an air of finality.
I picked El Guille up after his first day at school and he was so upset with me for making him leave that he refused to tell me what he did. "Did you learn about the letter E?"
"No. I want to go back."
"Does 'E' Stand for Elephants?"
"No, it doesn't. I want to go back."
OK, Grumpy McGee, happy first day of school anyway.
But no bringing knives to school, they frown on that.