Recently, Linnea has seen a lot about school on telly. She's been watching a lot of telly because I had a baby by cesarean section 16 days ago, and there's been a lot about school on it because schools in this country are reopening for the new school year within the next week, in general.
She's dying to get into one.
"I go a school wiv you?"
"Nea and Mammy go a school on a TRAIN!"
"We go visit a school a morrow?"
And so on. We will apparently do painting in school, and playing with the childrens, and the Jumping Dance, and rollerskating.
I don't know what to do. Hope the TV-induced phase passes? Hope that ERAPA gatherings of the Home Ed group fill whatever unfilled need she has? Or find a school which has a preschool that will take someone aged 2⅓ and send her there?
Her drawings are now about what I'd expect from a four year old; faces with eyes and mouth all within the outlines of the face. Eyes with pupils. Bodies and legs and arms approximately in the right places. She decides what to draw first, and then does it. That's all good.
What will happen to her in school? I keep thinking of the song...
The little boy went first day of school
He got some crayons and started to draw
He put colors all over the paper
For colors was what he saw
And the teacher said.. What you doin' young man
I'm paintin' flowers he said
She said... It's not the time for art young man
And anyway flowers are green and red
There's a time for everything young man
And a way it should be done
You've got to show concern for everyone else
For you're not the only one
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