Our two were pros, old hands, blasé experts. We warned them last night that we weren’t going to be able to lolygag around this morning (and set two alarm clocks to make sure of it ourselves) and we were out of the gates with time to spare. The boys even came downstairs and got their shoes and backpacks on by themselves (see first picture).
Owen walked into his new classroom as though he’d done it a thousand times before, not surprising given that he’s always gone to school with Jonah every morning. He put his backpack away, and then joy of joys!, discovered that there was a new tool bench in the classroom! Heaven, for Owen, is filled with power tools, or at the very least, replicas thereof.
Owen’s class started at 8:30, and went until 10, and in yet another leap of French logistics that I am in no way capable of understanding, Jonah’s class didn’t start until 10:30, and only lasted for an hour. So, while Owen was in class, Jonah and I ran some errands, and then Owen and I hung out in the park with all the other parents while Jonah was in class.
Jonah had been a bit concerned about having a new teacher. He really loves Isabelle, his teacher from last year. He has two new teachers this year, a lead teacher Marie, and another one, Alicia. They are both young and full of energy, and seem perfectly suited to their jobs. When Jonah came out of class he was happy and smiling, so I have no worries for the year.