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Remember our problems with J’s nursery school last year?

To recap (if you’re too lazy to follow the link), he’s small and young for his age, he’s not very social, he does the sort of things that are natural for a boy his age which just so happen to be the things that drive teachers up the wall. His nursery school last year was one of those places that focuses on scary things like developmental milestones for preschoolers. It’s one thing to be able to handle scissors correctly but he’s also got to be able to give a dissertation on how the leaves change color.

In short, we weren’t happy and they threw it all back at us, making us feel like we were bad parents and he needed to be ‘evaluated.’

Last week I was picking J up at his new nursery school when the head of the school pulled me aside and told me they wanted to have a meeting with Sue and me as soon as possible.

Well, I figured, here we go again.

Not so fast. We met today. She started off by telling us all the things that educrats should be telling parents, what a wonderful, funny, sweet little boy we have and what a good job we obviously have done with him. They just feel that he’s small and a young four and is probably better served in the threes class than he is in the class he is in now.

All of this means that we’re going to be holding him back next year and he’ll be starting kindergarten a year later. Oops… did I say ‘holding him back?’ I’m supposed to say ‘we’re giving him the gift of time.’ Sorry.

We’re happy with the decision. Both of us were slowly coming to the conclusion that he needs a bit more time. His birthday is in November and this would move him from being the youngest kid to the oldest kid in the class.

Of course if the old school handled this all this way, he’d still be there. So fuck them. Their loss.