Preschool: By the Numbers

# of tears shed on Preschool Morning: 0

(hurrah!)

# of times Scotty wandered into the wrong classroom: 1

# of times after this incident I contemplated having him micro-chipped:
    14

# of times I Google'd "micro-chipping your child" on my phone: 1

# of times Scotty looked back at me as he entered the right classroom: 0

# of high-fives exchanged between Henry's mom and I as we headed to
    the parking lot: 3

# of glasses of pink champagne enjoyed over lunch with friends: 1.5

# of minutes Scotty used the potty at school: 0

# of minutes Scotty slept at school: 0

# of minutes Scotty spent eating lunch: 0

# of children sitting in their chairs quietly, waiting for dismissal, when I
    walked up: 11

# of children plastered to the window, cheeks smushed on the
    glass, yelling, "Momma!": 1

(guess who?)

# of times I considered bolting out of dismissal pick-up line to smush my
    own face against the glass and yell, "Scotty! Momma's here for you!": 4

# of long looks given to me by Scotty's teacher as she gave me a quick
    rundown of the day: 2

# of times I wondered what lovely thank you gifts we were going to
    have to buy her for dealing with our sweet but stubborn little Bear: 3

# of minutes it took for our sleep-deprived, hungry Bear to meltdown in
    the car on the way home: 12.3

# of cups of frozen yogurt it took to placate him into calming down: 1

# of minutes Hurricane Scotty raged in the backyard later that night,
    emotional, exhausted, and in a general state of toddler malaise: 22

# of weeks left in the school year: who knows?

# of weeks it will take him to acclimate: again, who knows?!

# of times I thought to myself, "One day, when the Bear is an adult and
    married with children of his own, we'll all have a big laugh about this":     too many to count