Dear Hagen,
As you know, Finley is your best buddy. The only person invited to your birthday party. The only other kid you like to talk to at school. Your teacher says that the two of you spend most of your school days over in a corner, working together on one project or another, and having discussions like, "Do you t'ink we should?" "Yeah, we should." "Okay, 'et's do it." Finley's mom Katie owns the school you attend. Katie and I had gone back and forth about when to move you both up to the "big kid" school - knowing that you would both need to move over at the same time. We weren't in any rush, because we both knew that the two of you would once again retire to a corner to work on your self-appointed projects and continue your old man conversations.
This past Monday, you moved over and joined the big kid school. It's a big deal, and I don't mean to downplay it, but as expected, you transitioned with no trouble. Your teacher sent me this picture as you (with Finley in the foreground) were getting ready to head out to the playground:
You like your new teacher. You like that there are lots of big girls in your class who are into hugging you. You like that you get to venture out to the big park. But mostly, you like that you can still hang out in the corner with your bro and do your own thing while covering a broad range of conversational topics:
Welcome to big kid preschool, buddy.
Love,
Mom
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