Luca finishes Kindergarten on Monday. We figured she would thrive in a structured learning environment and she has. She likes the structure, she enjoys her teacher and she likes to learn new things.
But she doesn’t like to admit any of that to me. When I come home from work, she’s give me a big hug and this exchange takes place:
Me: How was school today?
Luca: Not good.
That’s how it’s been for the past nine months. She smiles when she answers and it’s become a running joke. She knows what I’m going to ask her and I know what her response will be.
I know she’s doing “good” because her teacher has told us she’s an smart little girl with a lot of personality and competitiveness. My next year when I ask how school went I’ll get a “pretty good”.