Becky and I really like our day care center. The teachers are really well-trained and attentive, they have a great teacher-student ratio, and, perhaps most importantly, CJ loves going there. As usual, I don’t know nearly as much about it as Becky does, and I really don’t know anything about child care…but they have fabulous parent care. They know how to make us parents happy.
And we have regular parent-teacher conferences, just like in a regular school. Actually, just like in my performance evaluation at work, come to think of it. In the most recent one, under “Goals” there was this:
/Develop more appropriate coping tools to use during times of disappointment.
Well, heck, Becky and I thought, most of us work on that for most of our lives. I still am, anyway. Isn’t half of psychoanalysis devoted to that?
Then this one:
/Continue building turn taking and conflict resolution skills.
I’m thinking of writing a book: “Everything I need to know, I’ve needed to know since daycare.”
Finally, this one:
/Use spoon more consistently at mealtimes.
Yes. Something I can get my hands around. So to speak. Spoons. Got it. Will do.
P.S. The above picture has nothing to do with this blog posting, except that CJ is extremely happy with our small strawberry patch which has been bearing its annual fruit these last couple of weeks.
