When everything is so confusing and no one really explains things to you the way you need to hear them:

So, Joseph comes up to me today, not unhappily, but just a touch worried.

"How am I going to know what room to go to?"

"What?"

"At school."

"But it will be the same room – "

"No, because it’s a new school – "

"No, Joseph – "

"You said – when I’m five I go to a new school. I’m five."

And before I could answer, he continued:

"And it’s after summer break – "

So you see it all made sense to him. All week, he’s been mildly confused about exactly what break this was, but most of the time settled on "summer" – especially when we were down south and it was hot. He remembered being told that after summer vacation, when he was five, he would go to a different school (our parish school – which doesn’t have a preschool).

And, so…break is over. He’s five.

Makes perfect sense to him, but it still breaks my heart to imagine how he must have been trying to sort through all of this on his own this week. Poor little guy!