i had one of those life-like bad dream last night. the kind where you wake up and go"crap! i am so glad that was just a dream!". i had a dream that we were putting cody into a 2nd year of kindergarten. it was the first day of school and we were meeting his teacher for the first time. the school looked all different than it really is (that always happens in dreams, where your thinking: " i swear this is suppose to look different. i don't remember it being like this.") anyway, i went to meet his teacher and found out that she was this horrible mean old greasy haired lady. she was loud and wore moomoos. i was nervous to send him to class. while he was gone, i remember all of the consequences racing through my mind of the effects it could have on the rest of his life to have a bad kindregarten teacher. so i ran around the school the rest of the day trying to get him in his real-life teachers class, mrs. courchaine. i probably had the dream because we(i) have been having this dilemma about sending him for a 2nd year of kindergarten. i hesitated putting him in this year because he is so young. his birthday is july 2nd so he is pretty much the 5 year old baby of the class. some other kids were even 6 already. then i think of what it will be like when he is in 7th, 8th, 9th grade and going through puberty last. i was the youngest too, with a july birthday. and merv and i were both way late bloomers. but his teacher says he is super smart and definitely ready for 1st grade. maybe the dream was just a reassurance. i am so thankful he has such a good school and a really great teacher.