I just finished my first week of preschool. I go to school at a Methodist church down the street. They're going to teach me the alphabet. I haven't had the heart to tell them that I'm already reading (much less writing my own blog).
I admitted to Daddy today that I liked my school in London better.
"Why's that?" he asked.
"Trains."
"They had toy trains at your school in London?" he followed, as if to make sure I didn't mean the real train tracks just a pitching wedge from the school there.
"Two."
I do like my new school, though, even if they don't have trains.
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