Julia has been attending preschool one morning a week since last September. It's gone very well. She has made at least one best friend that she talks about, Ava. That's a cool thing because Julia has been at the same family daycare since she was 10 weeks old and she had only before really known the kids there. It turns out that Ava lives on the opposite side of our block, a few houses down. You know, so our backyards would connect if our houses were a little closer?
Ava and her mom came to our door a few weekends ago and they asked if Julia could come to their house and visit. Ava's mom took pains to tell us that her husband is a school principal. That did make me feel better, actually. He should be less likely to be some kind of molester, right? So we let Julia visit them for an hour or so and the next day Ava came to visit and play at our house (despite the fact that we don't have as strong a set of non-molester credentials). Both girls had a great time.
Now Julia wants to go and visit Ava pretty much every evening. She says, truthfully as it happens, that Ava's mommy said she can come over any time she wants. We're just trying to convince her that that doesn't mean after every meal, every bedtime, and every morning. Julia says she knows where Ava's house is and that she can walk there by herself. This is also true. Fortunately for our piece of mind when it comes to Julia heading out to the backyard and then disappearing, there are two big dogs who live in between the two houses. It looks like Julia's going to keep needing us for a little while longer. Thank goodness.
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