

At the end, he had 134 tickets and he eagerly took them to the prize counter. For the $5, he got a cheapy plastic Army truck, one army man and a bouncy ball (which probably would have cost less than a dollar total in a toystore), but it was worth it. He found pure delight in the game playing and showing me his skills on ski ball so much so that I followed him around with a similar feeling.
And of course we talked about him going to Preschool. He's pretty much psyched now. We have the First Day of School outfit laying on his dresser and he has asked when he gets to go. And we've been working on him wiping his own bottom (a huge feat for a 3 year old, as it easier for Mommy and Daddy to help, than Mommy finding tracks in the Underroos!), and he came out of the bathroom with his chest all puffed out and he said, "I'm gonna wipe my bottom at Preschool!"
I was a proud Mommy...
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