This was Ezra (and his face) on the first day of school last year, on his very first day of school ever:
He was a little unsure that things would be great.
(SPOILER ALERT: Things were pretty great.)
Now it's this year:
School didn't start until 8:45. He started impatiently dancing around the front door around 7:45.
By 8:15 he was officially mad at me for not taking him to school already. What the HELL, woman? That trinomial cube ain't gonna assemble itself, you know.
At last year's classroom visit, he was a Human Ping Pong Ball of Destruction. This year, he played quietly with his favorite materials and created an elaborate tableau using the Farm Box and the Land & Water Forms. His teacher and I chatted about good places to buy kid-friendly area rugs. (I suggested Ikea, because I am mean like that.) When it was time to go, he happily put away SOME of the things, but then insisted that he wasn't finished with the farm.
"I not FINISHED." he said. "I clean up when I FINISHED. That's the RULES."
His little sense of Montessori justice was being gravely wronged and he KNEW it. His teacher and I tried to explain that today was a little different because we were just visiting, and once school started for real he could absolutely work with the farm until he was really and truly finished.
He stood there for a little bit, his face clouding over like an incoming storm and I braced myself for the tantrum. Instead, he folded his arms and stomped towards the door. He was leaving. He was leaving and he was not cleaning up, SO THERE.
But then he stopped, grabbed the hallway pass from its spot on the wall and marched out in a huff. Because that's the RULES.
It was one of the cutest things I have ever seen. And I've seen some pretty cute things. Oh, Zah.