I’ve been waiting all year to get a chance to go in and help out in Erv’s preschool class.

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Two years ago, I was in Essie’s class once a week, helping with center activities and getting to know her classmates.

Two years before that, I was in Ivy’s class once in a while, and the year before that, I was only in Henry’s class a few times (including when I brought baby Ervin as Henry’s show and tell).

As the older kids have gotten older and are in school full days, it’s gotten easier to get into the preschool classroom…which is why I wasn’t really able to help Henry’s class. With three younger siblings, it was just too hard to get away.

It’s one of my favorite things to do, though. Preschoolers are hilarious, you guys. And they’re adorable. I don’t know Ervin’s classmates very well yet, but after a couple of weeks of spending an hour in there every week, they’ll start greeting me with a chorus of “Ervin! Your mom’s here!”

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It’s so much fun to get to know them all and watch them grow up. And to see your own kid interact with kids that he’s not related to.

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At parent-teacher conferences a few weeks ago, Ervin’s teacher told me that he’s really not social and tends to play by himself, and that he was content doing that. Today she told me that he’s just, in the last week, started to come out of his shell a little bit.

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He still won’t do the motions when he sings though. Eh, that’ll come. It might be first grade, but he’ll probably eventually waggle his booty with the rest of his class. Or not.