The Boy is back to his preschool now, and like those parents on TV, we ask him how each day was. Sometimes we get great stuff like this:Me: How was school today?
The Boy: Okay.
Me: Did you meet any new kids?
The Boy: No.
Me: Really?
The Boy: There's that girl that cries all the time and wants her mom.
Me: Who's that?
The Boy: She wears the same shirt everyday.
Maria Montessori must be proud, looking down from that self-directed classroom in the sky.
(I'm certainly laughing down here.)
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