Although it is so far past my bedtime right now, I wanted to check in and let you know that things are going just fine around here. My preschool teacher has told me five times this week that I should probably move out of her class and into a more challenging environment. I insist on staying to help the other kids. Mommy also comes by the classroom once an hour to check on things and make sure all of the children are being productive. I can tell that teacher likes this because every time mommy leaves, I see teacher run through several exercises to get herself to calm down while repeating, "violence isn't the answer. Violence isn't the answer." It's very clear to me that this dwindling self-control is a result of no longer having mommy around to make sure things are running smoothly. Mommy constantly gives teacher great advice on how to be a better educator and then mommy follows up on teacher's progress daily. I also lend a hand when I'm not too busy tutoring the less gifted children.
Today I wrote this poem about my feelings (it's in another language):
Per diam. Per diam oh no se in per diam.
Yo perse i tellephono i per diam
Bu inakshe i no se po dohe.
Wo. Wo wo wo wo WO.
~It Just Gets More Beautiful
