Milo’s preschool is housed in a big old house with beautiful ornate trim and solid wood doors. There’s a letter slot by the front door, fancier than the one I grew up with in Saratoga, and the Ritual of Leaving is never complete without a peak Through the Letter Slot.
The fascination with peaking thorough a skinny slit seems endless.
Once we’ve managed to exit the school, we turn around and spy through the slot in the other direction. The letter slot is about at 3-year-old eye height, and is a literal window into what their world looks like. Big adult bottoms atop a sea of legs.
Here’s Milo’s school–Airdmhor Montessori. It’s in a grand old house, in Christchurch standards. Come to think of it, it even has central heat. Once upon a time it must have been the only house on the estate, but now it has neighbors in the front yard, the side yard, the back yard…every side.