Q has seemed entirely confident about kindergarten. Why not? He had a grand time in preschool. He'll be with a handful of friends. The school is walking distance from home. He's visited the classroom, read books, tried on his backpack. What more would a kindergartner do to prepare?
Except...well, he isn't sleeping that well. He's been in our room, usually on the spare bed, a lot lately. Last night, he talked his way into our bed, tucked between us. Once there, he explained his bad dream, "There was a motor boat! And no one was driving it!"
A gem.
Later in the wee hours he mumbled to me that we need to clean the living room so that we won't trip on things when it's time to go to kindergarten.
Perhaps, just perhaps, he's a little worried.
