Katie moved to a new room at her daycare. She is now in the four-year old preschool room with new routines and new teachers. Change is hard, of course, so I gave her a little extra love as I dropped her off Monday morning. I thought about her all day, wondering how she was adjusting.
I stepped through the door of her new room after work and surveyed the scene. I saw groups of kids gathered around Lincoln Logs and the kitchen area and the Play-Doh table. But where was Katie?
“Hi, Mrs. Murphy,” her teacher greeted me. “Katie had a great day, but she’s over there now,” she said gesturing to a bean bag chair in the corner of the room. I could see Katie’s braids peeking out from the sides of the book she was reading.
“Katie said her tummy hurt,” the teacher continued.
Oh I know this game, I thought to myself.
“Did you ask her to clean something up?” I questioned.
“Well, yes,” the teacher hesitated. “We were cleaning up for Centers.”
I shook my head in embarrassment.
“Katie, do you want to go watch Maddie get off the bus?” I said.
Katie leaped up out of the bean bag chair and skipped across the room. “The bus!” she exclaimed as she jumped up and down.
The teacher and I made eye contact, and she laughed.
“I see,” the teacher smiled.
New room, old tricks.