School is Prison

So W started first grade yesterday, and it was quite an ordeal! This is a kid who asks if the school has burned down every time we hear a fire truck siren. Or, if it hasn't burned, he wants to know if we can move away where there are no schools. W is convinced that first grade will be way to hard since he searched through the whole classroom and didn't see one toy! So, obviously, there's no playtime in first grade. And there are a lot of pencils so that means only one thing: the dreaded writing. W would rather do dishes than write letters. So, to help alleviate his anxiety about first grade, we found an extra brain for him to take to school. This way, if the problems are too hard, he can just pull out his extra brain and solve them no problem! The extra brain is very sticky and squishy and was a big hit with the rest of his class. I kind of feel sorry for his teachers...