Beware the Kindergarten Teacher

Curlytop woke up excited this morning. She knew today she'd be starting kindergarten.

Bring on the recess and school lunches!

It's been a long, hard road, readers. Curlytop spent last year as the only preschooler not potty trained and, while we suspected she had the ability to go diaper-free, she was sadly lacking in desire.

We finally resorted to bribery and outright lies to get her out of her pull-ups and into panties: We told her she couldn't start kindergarten if she went potty in her pants. Somehow, it was the motivation she needed. She hopped up on the toilet, did her business, flushed, and exclaimed, "I get to go to kindergarten, now!" And so it went, all summer long.

I'm wearing panties. No, you can't see them.

To tell the truth, I'm relieved that school finally started, because I feared she'd start backsliding with her backside care if she heard "Soon, Sweetheart, soon" one more blessed time.

She has no idea how we've manipulated her. I say it's worth it.

Snugglebug will be commencing preschool this month, but it doesn't start until the 20th. Poor Snuggles was miffed to learn that she wouldn't be catching the big yellow bus today with her sister. Suddenly, the excitement about school took an ugly turn...

"I'm going to kindergarten, Snugglebug!" said Curlyop.

"I go to preschool," Snugglebug countered.

"No," I corrected. "Not today, Snugglebug. Your school isn't open, yet."

*glare from Snugglebug*

"But my school is open!" Thanks, Curlytop. Twist the knife, why don't you?

"You not like kinnergarben, Curlytop. It make you cwy (cry). Your teacher will bite you and kick you and make you bleed. You will bleed, and come home 'cause you'll need a band-aid. Kinnergarben is not nice, Curlytop!"

Left behind, and a bit bitter about it, too.

Huh. High marks for creativity and detail, but where on Earth did she get that idea?

Nonetheless, Curly remained excited and giddy about starting kindergarten, in her big girl panties, this morning.

She's adorable. Who's the haggard mommy-type with her?

She really is a bit of a masochist.