The flat cold pizza isolated on the cold green tray, in a big warm gym that doubles as the lunchroom, while to the putside world may have sent up red flags, was a warm affirmation to me that this was where we wanted G to start his "formal" education. (who looks more out of it?)
Many of the boys his age are not heading to KG this year, but are waiting until next year so they are "more prepared", which translates into--parents wanting them bigger so they can play football... Never doubting G was ready, we caved to peer pressue to take a moment to ponder if he was ready or not. When after Honeybee night he described the experience as "lots of fun, but very complicated," we knew it was time. Well that, and the other day he announced, "Me and my friend keep arguing about infinity--I keep saying it is a never-ending number and he thinks it is zero, but he is wrong." Look out world, the G has been released!