sam & eddy

Ry is in his second week of preschool. Ry likes to stay up at night with me as I unwind by surfing back and forth between MSNBC and Letterman, catching glimpses of a recent movie playing for the umpteenth time or an old movie (recently, Anatomy of a Murder and Now, Voyager) or a re-run on TBS or a ball game or the top 10 plays of the day or Project Runway or the weather channel.

With just a little prodding, Ry will tell me about preschool. The trucks and shovels aren't on the playground this week, but the slide is stil there. He sang itsy bitsy spider. They look at books but they don't read them. He always washes his hands after potty. They don't take naps. He likes the play dough. He's brought the same toy car (remote control or transformer, don't know exactly) to show and tell, and he does explain how it works. And he has two friends, Sam and Eddy. They're boys. It took two days of going through boys' names to get their names. Now we know. He says he'll know more friends at school.