Well, it's been done: Cj's world has extended beyond previous boundaries and now includes Sea Angles Preschool. (I'm not too hot on the name as it conjures all sorts of uncomfortable images in me, but that's what it's called.)

I took her for a couple of hours yesterday. Shall we just say she wasn't terribly impressed?

Her lack of interest in the other kids was more than a little noticeable, but thankfully toddlers aren't too fiddley about manners and tend not to pay attention to standoffish social cues. She spent most of the time glaring, with a distinctly "what sort of creature are you?" look on her face, and showed no interest at all in joining in on any fun and/or games.

The only enthusiasm she worked up at all was for lunch, and that she enjoyed a lot. Sitting at a table, not in a high chair, and being armed with implements must have felt like quite a treat. Darned good thing everything is washable in a preschool!

We debriefed as well as we could once back home in the afternoon, but I suspect she didn't really want to relive the day, and although we mentioned on and off that the experience was going to repeat itself again this morning, she didn't seem to be listening.

Her response to my cheery, "Let's get ready for school!" this morning? She stopped her happy capering, stood stock still and stared at the floor. Oh, my ...

Creative parents that we are, however, we'd predicted a less than joyful reaction to the news, so arranged for Dad to take her to school for day two. Wow! That got her smiling. (See photo.)

Any trip in Dad's ratty old pickup is like a magic carpet ride, so even though that miserable place with those odd children and questionable adults waited at the end of the ride, she was very happy to go along for it.