This weekend will mark Scotlen's pre-school graduation, which is difficult to even comprehend. But the end of pre-school means the end of one of the sweetest traditions I have ever witnessed. Not only do Scotlen and Jonas enjoy the full time attention of the best Daddy in the world, but Scotlen gets her very own Daddy Daughter Day every week. On Thursdays, while Jonas is in school, Scotlen stays home. She and Kyle drop Jonas off and usually head to Panera for a pumpkin muffie. Then they return home to prepare for dance class. Kyle helps her into her leotard, tights, and skirt and fixes her hair. They drive to dance and while Scotlen practices her dancing, Kyle hangs out with the other dancers' moms in the observation area, clapping when it is time to clap, scolding when it is time to scold, making bathroom trips when nature calls, and changing from tap to ballet shoes as the need arises. I have occasionally observed dance classes, and Kyle's presence there is tender and sweet. It is a testament to his confidence and pure masculinity that he thrives in such an environment without being self conscious or uncomfortable.
Scotlen always gets a sticker at the end of dance class and traditionally places it on her Daddy's hand. From there they go for their lunch date at Itty Bitty Sandwich shop, where Scotlen orders a hot dog with Cheetos and Kyle hopes the buffalo chicken sandwich is on special. Banana pudding for both. In the afternoon they go to swim class where, once again, Kyle is on observation and assist duties.
Daddy Daughter Day has been something that Kyle and Scotlen have cherished during her pre-school years. I look forward to them forming new traditions as Scotlen goes on to kindergarden, but must shed a tear (or several hundred) at the end of this particular era.
Dance class from the observation deck
Daddy's sticker
Coloring at Itty Bitty Sandwich Shop
Swim class
Self portrait
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