Jefflog

Last week, my little girl turned three. The so-called “terrible twos” have passed, and quite frankly I don’t see where that moniker comes from because she has been largely wonderful for the past year. I suspect that I will learn about that phrase when Oliver hits that age next year.

She also attended preschool for the first time last week. We have her enrolled in a school for gifted students, as her testing has her placed above the 99th percentile in ability. It’s questionable whether sending her to a gifted school at such a young age will make any difference, especially when tuition runs about $6000 for attending three mornings a week, but at the very least it means she’ll have teachers who know how to deal with her.

The preschool is nearly a half-hour commute away. Hong drops her off on the way to work in the morning but it’s my responsibility to pick her up. Driving for three hours a week also has me questioning whether it’s worth it at her young age. The coming months and years should prove me right or wrong.