(insert darth vader theme music here)

I am that mom that teachers hate. I want to know everything. If you would just video the entire day at pre-school and send it home with Easton then I would be happy. What did he eat? Who did he play with? Did he play nicely? Did he make a craft? What songs did they sing? What did they talk about in circle time? Is he shy? Is he outgoing? How many times did he go potty? If allowed, I would ask all of these questions every day. Fortunately for the teachers, they invented the carpool line just for moms like myself. In the carpool line, we drive up and the child is plopped right into his seat and we drive away. (Except for stopping to buckle but that is a rant for another day). I was concerned about this process from the very beginning. During Open House I asked Ms. Fryman, "How will I be able to communicate with you?" She said that we could contact her by phone anytime or if she needed to speak with us (about a problem or concern that happened during school) then she would walk the child out to the carpool line to speak with the parent.

So yesterday I am in the carpool line and I see (dum dum de dum - dum de dum dum dum dum dummmmmm music playing in my head) Ms. Fryman holding Easton's hand as they walk towards our truck. I take a deep breath. It is his third day of school and I'm already getting a meeting from the teacher. I cannot even fathom what she will tell me but I am ready for anything.

It turns out that there was a puppet show at school, and Easton, (who has no problems going down the driveway at breakneck speed) is afraid of puppets. She said there was a wolf puppet and he became scared and started shaking and panicking. Who knew? So Easton got to sit in Ms. Fryman's lap during the remainder of the puppet show and all was well.

So while I am not happy that my child was scared silly by a wolf puppet, I would rather my first carpool visit be about that than one of the other 50 scenarios that were running through my head.