Fluid Thinker

So Malia will be starting preschool in a couple of weeks. She will be three by then…just barely. All summer we’ve been priming her for potty training by telling her that she has to use the potty and wear big girl panties so she can get a backpack and go to school. With the potty training part actually making some progress (she’s in princess panties most of the time now although we still have to remind her to go to the bathroom so she doesn’t have problems) we decided she was ready for the backpack. She chose princesses, of course.

She was also determined to get a lunch box even though she doesn’t need one. Matthew was at this exact same stage when he decided he needed a lunch box, so I let Malia pick one. She chose a totally girly lunch tote...

that doubles as a hat…

What can I say? She thinks outside the box…or bag. :-)

Rejoice!

The lunch box is found! When I asked Matthew how school was, all he told me was that he found his lunchbox. There was not another single thing in the entire day that he deemed worthy to tell me. When I asked where his lunchbox was, he told me he found it in his lunch tote but it wasn't there yesterday. That tells me that his teacher helped track it down. Thank goodness for the people who want to teach first grade. They are like mighty miracle workers in the eyes of the six-year-olds (and occasionally their parents).

Does Iron Man have GPS?

Today was Matthew's second day of school. He came home completely devastated because his beloved Iron Man lunchbox with the Iron Man water bottle inside is lost. I tried to reassure him that when lunchboxes are not in the lunch tote when it comes back to the classroom they almost always show up in another teacher's lunch tote, but he was not to be consoled. Nathan helped him talk to the office and his teacher before they came home and I've already gotten an e-mail from his teacher letting me know they will search in the morning, but in the meantime he has to pack his lunch in his old lunch box and Toy Story is so preschool...

He is a little puddle of sadness.