The Biscuit and a classmate share a quiet moment during a trial run at her new (GASP!) preschool. That’s right, folks. Two days a week, my little girl will be learning, doing and growing in someone else’s hands.
This imaginary conversation:
Him: Hey. You new?
Her: Yeah. This place looks ok. Do you like it?
Him: It's aight. The other kids can be whiny babies but the teachers are strict but fair.