We've been in and out of town lately and have missed several Sundays in a row at church, so when I took Jack to his Sunday school class two days ago, they informed me that he was moved up to the next class (the Parrots).
Okay, mothers out there. I am not super crazy about all this, but I PANICKED!! What?! But we love our teachers! We love our room! We're comfortable there! I NEED WARNING, PEOPLE!
Anyway, so I head all the way down the hall to a new classroom with new teachers and several kiddos I didn't recognize off the bat. And this is the scene when I walk in...
...Well, let me back up. First I'll set the scene of the other classroom: 6-8 little ones crawling all over the large room, playing with toys, swinging in swings, some happy, some crying, not chaos, but not completely calm either.
Now, the new classroom. I walk in and 5-6 precious little ones are quietly sitting down in tiny little chairs at a tiny little table, happily (and did I mention quietly?) eating cheerios. The first thought that goes through my head is "My kid is not going to sit still and each cheerios at a tiny table!"
But oh, how I was wrong! He was THRILLED to sit at the table and eat cheerios. He laughed and giggled when I set him down in the tiny chair! I cannot get the precious image out of my head, when I was walking out of that room, to see my grown up little man doing as the other big kids were doing.