Okay, so Avery isn't actually ready to go to school yet. She's only three, after all. But Paul is back in school taking two online courses a semester (including the summer) for the next three years. He plans to have a masters in library science with a archive specialty by the end of it, which means he'll be qualified to be an archivist. Google it if it confuses you; that's what I had to do. Anyway, as his courses are online, he's been spending several hours a week at Starbucks taking advantage of the free wi-fi and the relative quiet (compared to a household with two toddlers who desperately want Daddy to play with them as soon as he walks in the door).
The other day Avery mentioned how much she'd love to study with Daddy. She's been intrigued by the concept of school for a while, especially riding the bus, so she said, "Maybe when I'm bigger I can go to school too." We decided to indulge her on this particular request, so one Saturday morning I told her she could study with Daddy for a little bit. We packed her backpack with two Dr. Seuss books, a favorite book about flowers, and her notebook and pen (a la Sid the Science Kid). I don't have any pictures of her at Starbucks, although Paul said that she sat right down in her chair and started "writing" in her notebook as soon as she got there. I do have a few of her beaming face before we got into the car on the way to study with Daddy. Poor kid is going to be sorely disappointed when she goes to kindergarten and the classroom is not stocked with a personal barista and all the pastries you could want. We'll cross that bridge...
