Who Da Boss?

Over the past few weeks, day care was preparing to promote Emnet from Toddler class to Preschool class. She is totally ready, but the school could not complete the promotion until a permanent spot opened in the PreSchool class. In the meantime, they would let Emmy go to PreSchool class on days when attendance was light from vacation, sickness, or whatever.

This week Emmy had enough of the wait and took matters into her own hands. She charged into Toddler class, emptied all the her possessions in her cubby into a basket, and marched down the hall to preschool dragging her basket behind her.

You just have to see this march to believe it. When Emmy is on a mission, she gets this really serious look on her face, juts her chin a little forward, takes long powerful giant strides, and has this tiny glint of mischief in her eyes. We call it her "cocky walk".

So anyway, she 'cocky walks' into the PreSchool room, hoists her basket of stuff up on to the activity table, looks directly at the new teacher, and demands to know where her new cubby is so she can properly store her stuff.

I had to run around the corner and hide I was laughing so hard, and I didn't want her to think I was making fun of her.