Bug started Primary school here. It is the equivalent of elementary school, sort of. Anyway, he's got a uniform and it's really nice. Very little worry about what to wear. I'm only concerned that it is clean as dirt and snot and general detris seems to find its way on just about everything since having the littles. Bug is the youngest in the school and that does not worry me as I know he is ready for school and the routine and the projects. Mostly, I am worried if the school is ready for him.
Case in point:
Me "What did you like about school today?"
Bug, "T"
Me (abbreviated conversation summed up as "Tea? T? Tee?" beverages, the letter, a golf tee....we are in Scotland and these are all up for grabs)
Bug "T. The letter. Then I drew the letter T and I drew a T rex and the was T rex in Zizi's yard in Alaska and I pretended I was the Trex for real and that I did not eat the Mama Moose or the Baby Moose because I am a vegan T rex but very vicious and I devour plants and broccoli and buildings in Alaska but not mountains or Zizi's house and I don't know why you have to make the T just that way with lines and things because it doesn't look like a Trex. Did you know that Mama? Did you know the letter T does not look like a T rex at all."
Me "No. That's a bummer. The letter T does not look like a T rex."
Bug "Why?"
Me "Because it doesn't. If you don't make the letter T just the right way, no one can read what you are trying to write to them. Like your grandparents wouldn't be able to read a note you write to them."
Bug "They don't need notes because they are Trex like me in Alaska. I like soy milk too. In Alaska. This T rex drinks soy milk in Alaska."
Me "You can have soy milk in Alaska, but you still need to make your letters so that people can read them."
Bug "Well who made the letter T?"
Me "I don't know."
Bug "I don't need to make a letter T if nobody made the letter T."
Me "I don't know who made the letter T but I do know that we need the letter T to understand each other and to say important things like the word T rex."
Bug "I bet the T rex didn't make up the letter T. I bet he just ate the guy that made that letter."
And yes, I need to dress G just before we leave for school. Otherwise, given five minutes, she undresses herself and I have to re-dress her and then we are late for school. Late in Scotland is akin to sin punishable by death by T rex.