Because you meet a child where she is at

Today was the second "first day of school." Yesterday my son went to Grade R. Apparently he never stopped talking. I could tell. He was still talking at dinner time. He has never said so much about a day at school before. His sister missed him very much. When I mentioned we would pick up her brother after lunch, she started cramming the food into her mouth. And today was her turn. It is a beautiful school. Small. But so are the students. It is the physically most beautiful school I've ever ha...