The last day of school

When Carson awoke yesterday, I asked him how he was feeling.

"Sad... no angry," he replied.
"Why do you feel angry?"
"Because its my last day of school."

After dressing, we made pictures for the teachers and went to school. Rather than jumping into the classroom as usual, he held back and want to go home with me. This is very unlike him. But he stayed and, of course, had a wonderful last day in the 3's--and in Rohna's class.

Carson was so fortunate, as were we, to have had Rohna as a teacher. She provided a safe and comfortable environment for him to grow and develop.

Of course, as with all good teachers, she's also prepared him to move on. He'll have a different teacher in a few weeks when he begins camp.

As for Rohna, she'll still be blessed with a Pron, as Wesley begins Rohna's 2s in the fall. We will find out who Carson's 4 teacher will be in August. So curious!