We DO communicate! Really! We talk about Family Stuff over dinner, we consult whenever one of the kids has a problem, we go see Ignatz's therapist together, ferpetesake! How did we both feel the same about the Sniglet's kindergarten situation and not realize it? The conversation was very brief and full of things like, "I've always gotten a bad vibe from Mrs, but I thought YOU liked her", and "didn't you notice that this whole problem started when he joined that class?" "Well sure, but I didn't think you'd agree..." and "I never thought a fourth year of kindergarten was a good idea, but I thought you..." etc.
So that was quite easily resolved, and he'll go to transitional first grade this September. I feel so relieved! I was conscientiously adjusting to the prospect of yet another year of this kindergarten, busily convincing myself that it was The Best Thing, Really, and now that that weight has been lifted I feel so much better! Whew! Yay! Happy dance!
Song du jour of the day: Hurra!, by die Ärzte, a German punk band with a juvenile sense of humor. Ignatz loves them.