I probably wouldn't have cared, but I was on edge from yet another conversation about the logistics of art class. Euro Mom felt she needed to vocalize her disagreement with the long-held philosophy of shared school supplies. She wanted little Sophia to have her own soybean crayons.
As PTA president, I was supposed to be gung-ho for these kinds of discussions, but instead I looked around the room and seriously reconsidered home schooling.
Our son's foray into preschool started out great. It was less expensive than a babysitter, and we were pleasantly surprised that the school had more on its agenda than changing diapers. In just the first few weeks, he learned some wicked dance moves and, amazingly, how to follow directions. We were delighted.
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