Fate is conspiring against me.
Connor has been a little sad to find out that he's not going back to the same classroom, you know, with the same teachers and same friends this year. He keeps talking about how much he likes the yellow classroom and his old friends, not his new friends. Pretty typical stuff for an almost five-year old, I'm sure.
So yesterday we happened on one of his classmates at the grocery store. He, being in the silent and bashful mode, wouldn't say a word. Today we ran into another former classmate, this time at the library for story time. Still didn't say a word. Not until we started home.
"I want to go back to the yellow room," he told me. "I want to see my friends again!"
You know, the ones he won't even talk to when we happen to see them. Those friends. It's hard to be four, I suppose.
