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.
Too cute, Molly. Thanks for the smile. We’re in Anchorage in 85 degree heat & surrounded by forest fires. Hugs.
Great little post! Love the letter slot…perfect for peeking. Maybe you could post a photo of the house that goes with it sometime? It appears to be summer here but you know NY! Strawberry Festival is this weekend. We think of you daily, miss you more.
there ya go, Bonnie! I got a photo the other day with Milo in the front window of the school.