A few days ago Uta went for an informal interview at a school a few blocks from our house. (The name of the school is Poppo. Poppo is the sound a pigeon makes.) I admit it took a small bribe to get him willing, the idea terrified him. But after seeing the classroom he was really enthusiastic about the prospect. Its brimming with toys, train sets, and legos. There are several tanks of tadpoles, and a crayfish. When we peeked in all the kids were wearing their pajamas (it was just after nap), running wild in every direction. It felt like walking into the middle of a flock of chickens. Uta was awestruck.
His first day was a success. When we arrived in the morning one of the teachers was sitting at the piano leading the entire school in song. When she spotted Uta she asked some boys to move over a bit to clear a spot for him. Uta was visibly nervous, walking stiffly to his seat, but he gave me a thumbs up, our signal that its ok for me to go.
I picked him up right after lunch, a half-day so as not to overwhelm him. When I met him he was pouting because he didn't want to leave early. He told me he already has lots of friends and he thinks maybe everyone wants to play with him the most but he's not sure about that yet. The teacher made him this red origami airplane to take home.
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