Falling Down on the Job

We had parent orientation for preschool last night. I understood a good 80% of what the teacher said, and I would have understood more had the other mothers been a little bit quieter (hem, hem). Ah, well, that's what happens when you give out art project to do while you're talking: you create an environment that's not conducive to silent listening. (Apparently making an art project for the kids is a standard part of the Israeli parent orientation.) Anyway, we'll be getting a handout of the talking points with the newsletter on Friday, so I'm not too concerned about what I've missed: anything that already waited two weeks before being addressed can wait one more week without a problem. And if it can't I'm sure the teacher will let me know privately that I'm falling down on the job :)

Speaking of falling down on the job, little BSM needs to kick his game up a notch. He let me know a few days into the school year that the teacher said he shouldn't wear Crocs to school; he had to wear shoes. I figured there was a good chance that statement was factually correct, both because it was sensible and because it came two days after he told me he wanted to bring a water bottle, which did indeed turn out to be part of the "what to send to school each day" list. In any event, I have no issue putting him in tie shoes or sandals instead of Crocs, so that's what we've been doing. Sure enough, at the orientation, the teacher requested that we send our children to school in well-fitting shoes that are not Crocs (sandals are fine), due to footgear falling off. So that's another point for BSM.

What he neglected to tell me was that I'm supposed to be sending him to school with an occasional "mitzva note", so the teacher can tell the class what a good thing he did and hang the note on the wall. Tut tut, child. Tut tut. I mean, he also failed to tell me that he's supposed to arrive before 8:30am and I should send in money for supplies and music class, but I don't really expect him to know about that.