Pretty School

This weekend, we went to a big playground about 20 minutes from us. There are three separate play sets, each huge, and a large spider web for the kids to climb. It's a little advanced for Ethan, but he was determined to climb it, so we helped him maneuver toward the center.

There was this little girl perched in the center of the web. "Do you need help?" she yelled to Ethan. "Let me show you how to climb." She hopped down and demonstrated how to walk along the ropes, all while narrating what she was doing for Ethan. Once she was back in her original spot, she told us she was able to climb like that because she's in 1st grade. Clearly, she thought we would be impressed.

"Six," I said. "Ethan is a lot younger than you. Ethan, how old are you?"

"I'm three." Ethan said, looking at the 3 fingers he was holding up.

"Wow! He is young. But I used to be his age. He must still be in pretty school."

EJ and I shared a smile and said he was in preschool. (I totally plan to call it pretty school from now on because that's cooler.) Then her mom came over and told her it was time for dinner, but really, I think she thought we were trying to steal her kid. No, thanks. Our hands are full with Ethan.