He let us go without too much fuss, but most of the enthusiasm had already departed. He's in for a treat of a change - it's the same house he's been going to this summer, but now he's with the bigger kids (2.5 - 5) and with real "classes" (art, mostly - it's Waldorf) and structure.
Grandpa Heller is in town for the week, and Elliott has been delighted to really get to know him.
Entertaining but loud
Thursday morning. Grabbing a quick breakfast before preschool. Perfect weather for a lingering, decadent meal in the back courtyard of Honoré bakery. So we ran late for preschool, with no regrets.
Gotta get to going! Yes, I am a pilot.