She has surprised me...

Vacation Bible School is in full swing this week. I have been making the rounds with Ellen and her pre-school class. There are 13-14 of them in there so every adult is appreciated. (And actually there are about 7-8 adults tagging along; parents and grandparents.) One of them is her cousin. He's 6 months younger and quite the go-getter.

I had expected that Ellen would be quite uninterested in the whole affair, but she has proven me wrong. She just loves it. She is a bit reserved; she doesn't say much, or get TOO involved, but she was game for one set of "Ring around the Roses" and she actually sat next to Cooper the Dog (the mascot) for her picture. She loves Cooper and flirts with him, grinning and playing peek-a-boo, though she doesn't want him to get too close.

She sat in her little chair and colored her papers today and put the stickers in her work book. She even got rather bold and started smiling at people.

But then, when it has come time to go...LA, Katie bar the door. I have never heard her scream so loudly in her little life.

"NO! STAY HERE! GO BACK! DON'T WANT TO GO HOME!" And kick her little feet and flail around.

I am praying that this means she will eventually like school. Ha!

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moe said…
My neice used to go to OSU womens basketball games with my brother, and sit the whole time facing AWAY from the court the better to stare at the giant squirrel or beaver or whatever it was mascot, with whom she was in love.
July 27, 2009 at 9:19 PM
Calfkeeper said…
ha ha. Kids can be so funny.
July 28, 2009 at 1:02 PM
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