‘Twas the night before preschool. Daniel’s clothes have been laid out. The outfit is probably a bit too fancy for preschool, but it is the first day.
His extra outfit, socks and diapers have been put into Ziplock bags and carefully labelled with his name. I wrote slowly so it would be as legible as possible.
I signed up to provide the snack for September: a bag containing Ritz crackers, Goldfish and cheerios sits on the table in the hallway.
Daniel has had his bath and is squeaky clean. We’ve been reading Corduroy Goes to School in preparation.
Everything is ready for September 6.
But am I?