We're a little more than a week into the school year, and we have a little problem.
Nobody told this boy his sister was going to be in school five mornings a week this year, and he isn't happy about it. The little baby who slept through each and every day of A's year in the
threes class has grown into a busy toddler who whoops with delight when
his big sister chases him and spends much of his day trying to get into whatever she's up to. Now his favorite playmate has left him behind
five mornings a week, and he's not willing to go quietly.
It took until Thursday of last week for the every-single-day nature of A's schedule to sink in. At A's school, the fours have the run of the playground before their teachers collect them, and this means D and the other little siblings who tag along for drop off get to play too. He likes this part of sister's school very much, and he happily runs laps as we wait for her teacher to call out to her class.
On Monday, D called out to his girl as she headed inside for her first day of school, but he was easily distracted by a muffin at the back to school reception inside. On Tuesday, we were off to his school, where I made the mistake of saying we'd go pick up A when his class was over. My boy took that as his cue to stand by the door and wave bye-bye to his teacher and classmates while announcing "all done!" On Wednesday, D was my helper running errands until it was time to pick A up.
On Thursday, when I called out to him to wave goodbye to sister as she headed in from the playground, his little brow furrowed and he shouted, "no!" At pick up he has taken to rattling the doorknob of her classroom, calling either "come in!" or "come out!" depending on whether or not he is in the mood to join his sister in her class. He was clingy with all of us all weekend long, and on Monday he started to cry when he saw A's classroom.
A appreciates her brother's concern, but she loves school. "I have to go," she tells him. "I need to learn, and then I'm coming back!"
And she keeps that promise every day, returning home just in time for lunch. They've taken to eating not at the dining table but a kid-sized table I set up in the living room with a pair of kid-sized chairs, a private table for two siblings reunited.