My son has been attending full-time preschool. We call it The Dojo. I'll explain why as we go along.
A part of it being so hardcore, I think, it that for some reason (the no-nonsense woman in charge blames it on the vibe from the Year of the Dragon), my son's class is 21 boys to a handful of girls.
The girls aren't tight. It's a war, in a way. Their soft curls and graphic tees look used up by the time I swing by. They've been chasing baby testosterone all day, I presume.
I'll put their adventures to you straight here.