Stress? What Stress?

I've written about the whole preschool decision stressing me out, and people have both empathized with and good-naturedly mocked me about it, so I'll save you anymore of my back-and-forth thought processes about it.  We'll make the decision soon, and I know one person who will be thrilled with whatever decision we make.

Abbey really wants to go to school.  She consistently puts on her Hello Kitty backpack (ignore the fact that it fits less than the average wristlet) and pretends to "go to school".

Unfortunately, her version of school includes riding a big, yellow bus, despite my best attempts to explain that Mommy will drive her to school next year.  She even knows where she wants to sit (the VERY back seat) and who will drive the bus (Dylan.) 

I guess I need to make sure that whichever school we choose has a liberal view on imaginative play, because we're obviously into our own little world around here!

all dressed up for school

sunglasses and no tights

she must think we're moving somewhere with a humane climate