Little T had his back to school night this week. When we were there, the teacher pulled us aside to mention how well-liked he was. We nodded and said we were glad to hear it, and she said, “No, I don’t think you understand. He knows everybody in this school. He knows the cafeteria ladies, he knows all of the teachers, he knows all of the receptionists, the office people. He says hello to everyone as he passes by, and he plays with all the kids. The cafeteria lady plays basketball with him, the kids in the other classes all know him, everyone loves him. He’s just a happy and friendly kid”. Of course, there are things for him to work on. He has zero interest in any of the projects that require him to sit down for more than a minute at a time. Big T and I laugh because we can always tell which art projects are his because they are the one with the least stuff-or maybe he’s just a minimalist. His voice is very loud, he’s one of the more…errrr, energetic kids in the class, and he doesn’t always sit patiently in circle time. I don’t think he’ll ever be one of those kids who sits quietly in the corner, but I’m glad that he’s kind and friendly. It’s a good quality to have.