This year the tears were mine. Patrick started his Genie year with a smile and a wave to us as he ran off to look at books with his friends last Tuesday, and I had to fight back tears as I realized that this is his last year of preschool. We're entering into year three with the same 12 classmates and their families, and Abra feels like home, as evidenced when the school flooded in all the rain last week and everyone pitched in to help with wet vacs, towels, fixing the sump pump, and cleaning. Patrick was a little bit concerned about the new rule of "no outside toys" at school (he loved occasionally taking in a special superhero, "homework" book, or even a pencil to show his friends), but thrilled to discover that the new Genie room has "daddy nails" ("for real life, I'm not kidding mommy") and hammers, and he's been happily hammering away at "corners" (two pieces of wood hammered together with a nail) all week. We know this will be a special year for Patrick and all of the Genies.
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