And with that, she suspends herself from preschool...a whole year before she can go

We went to A’s spring school program the other night. It was J’s first experience with that sort of thing, and we were a little nervous about how she would manage. A attends the Catholic preschool. The program was taking place in the church. We’re not Catholic. All are critical elements to the story.

We frequently talk about how much sass our little J-Bird has. It’s quite astonishing, really. She’s on her own agenda through life, and nuts to you if you’re in her way. When we left A in the social hall of the church to meet his class, J was adamant that she did not want to leave without him to go to the church to wait for the program to start. After a little fit, we made it out of the social hall and headed down the block to the church building. About halfway there, she stomped her foot and announced, “I NOT go to ’cool here.”

Which was only outdone by what she said once we arrived in the sanctuary. She looked around and spotted the Crucifix hanging above the altar. She pointed and said, “Hey Mommy! Look at that boy up there. His name is Pango.”