The much anticipated day arrived and when I was making coffee, some full-blown kid in a school uniform walked in my posing as my alleged 5yo daughter. Her “big kid” look is even more amplified by her recent hair cut and new glasses (found out she was near-sighted two weeks ago)
Getting her to school and into the classroom went without a hitch. The return home, however, hitched badly. Of the learning and social transition into kindergarten, we had no worries. Our anxieties were over the actual logistics, particularly riding the bus, something in which she has been pining to do. Our anxiety stems from just pure protectiveness. At the pre-schools and daycares, we hand deliver the kids and they are hand delivered back. Letting them get on the bus and then make their own way to the classroom and their way back onto the correct bus all sounded a bit frightening. We therefore agreed upon shuttling her ourselves in the beginning and would later let her ride the bus if she persisted.
We filled out the forms. We discussed this with the teacher twice and one more time this morning. At 3:00pm sharp, I pull up and NOBODY knows where my kid is. I asked if it was possible that she got on the bus and they were “quite sure” she did not. I then used a wide range of my best sentence enhancers in regards to locating my child instantly. They searched bathrooms. I still had a hunch she was on the bus so I told them to call the bus driver to stop and check the manifesto, hopefully assuming at this point that they had one. It was unbelievable I had to suggest this. Thankfully, she was on the bus, but it also meant that she was en route to a parentless destination. I managed to beat the bus home, and for the most part, all is well. The principal endured about an hour long verbal drubbing from my wife, and from what I can tell, she’s going for round two tomorrow.