School

Zaky has had his first day of school. Day care really. Hadonie, rowda they call it here. We have decided to put him in the French Catholic school 2-3 mornings a week, mainly for social time (it is better then sitting on the couch for 2 hours while I do chores on a Monday morning). All the kids on the block are gone, so this gives him supervised play time during the week. The teachers were very impressed by his understanding of Arabic. The head nun speaks French to the kids but the rest is all in Arabic. He refers to her as Madam. The beginning was ruff, he cried the first couple of hours, staring out the window waiting for me to come back. The next day Bill took him and he didn't look back, but took off running for the play room. Yesterday though, he started crying as I dressed him saying "today's Saturday, no school" "School closed Mama, school closed". He cried for a bit, but once there was fine. Today was the same; "Mama no school today, school closed, stay with Jonas". But the teachers tell me he was fine a few minutes after I left. The teachers are calm and kind. My little boy is not so little any more.