Sof is officially in that space between preschool and kindergarten. She has a diploma to prove it.
She marched with all her little friends in their precious blue robes.
It’s a small space, so just our family of five went. We could have filled the entire room with Sof supporters, but alas, we had to be conscientious(you need to know I spelled that right the first time, without looking it up on my phone. Boo ya) to the other families.
We have been so happy with the experience Sof has had at Tutor Time. She loves her teachers, we love her teachers. I wish I could keep them in her life forever. We love when she channels her inner Kenya at the dinner table. She’ll say, “Girl, you are not going to use those manners at the table.” Love, love, love everything about them.
Lucky for us, her very best buddy Hirroto is coming to my school next year. I have a sneaky suspicion I know who his teacher will be.
I couldn’t walk away totally, so I did buy the flex package that allows Sof to attend 5 days randomly throughout the year. I’m telling myself it’s because I need child care occasionally when school is out and I have to work. It might just be I need a reason to go back.