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Hazen finishes preschool! Max is a lousy dropout!

In March I made the executive decision to pull Max from preschool. His teachers weren't exactly begging me to change my mind and I was so over the battle of getting him to agree to school. Max had been pretty miserable in his class so when I told him it was his choice he didn't give school a second thought. One Saturday Amelia announced she was going to stay in her pajamas all day long since she didn't have to go to school. Max also announced he would stay in his pajamas because he didn't have school either. Amelia was quick to point out the truth of the situation to her brother.

Amelia: Max you stay in your pajamas everyday because you quit school. You are a quitter. You are not going to be smart like Hazen because you are a quitter. Quitter.

The finisher and the quitter

Uncombed cousins

Mama's little dropout.

I had a little celebration for Hazen for sticking with the whole year.
Finisher party nosh: Cheese, crackers, raisins, chocolate cupcakes, swedish fish, rootbeer, and pez.

Comments

AnnEE said…
How are there no comments on this? I kind of want to steal this blog for my blog. SUPER FUNNY!
val said…
Yeah, James was a preschool drop out too.

He's 14.

He's fine, lol. Hang in there.

Max is adorable.

So is James.

Life is good to adorable people.

love, Val

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