We have very strict uniform guidelines here at the School of Mommy. Firstly, in order to participate in any of our fun-filled and educational activities, you must actually be dressed. Secondly, participants over the age of 2 must dress themselves. Between me and the baby, I have enough pants to put on every morning. If you want clothes around here, you're on your own.
Abby has taken a liking to our dress code and spends a great deal of time each morning laying a foundation for her education by carefully searching her dress-up box for the proper attire. A princess dress will do in a pinch, but if she has time on her hands she can come up with some pretty outrageous ensembles. Like the day she practiced shapes dressed as an M&M ballerina. Or Texas cowgirl-airline pilot day.
Caleb, perhaps to drive home the point that I'm ignoring his formal preschool education until next year, prefers to take a more casual approach to learning. This means that on the days that I don't go to the great effort to help him decide between the dump truck or the dinosaur shirt, he typically spends the morning comfortably dressed in his pajamas. I'm pretty sure my freshman year of college had a similar dress code. It didn't seem to hinder my learning, so I think he's going to be just fine.
Some of our most productive mornings are Pirate-princess mornings. On these days, every activity is done with a little bit more enthusiasm. Perhaps that's because I taught them that pirates say "Argh!" Lacing activities are no longer simply lacing activities. Nope. We're "Lacing. Argh! With beads! Argh!" (This is really cute in a high-pitched 4-year-old girl voice. Or a high pitched 2-year-old boy voice, for that matter.)
Learning is serious business around here.
You did spend your freshman year of college in that ensemble. Maybe with dinosaurs on it.
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