Welcome Back, Mrs. Inman!

Last post, then I promise I'm going to the grocery store, Ike.

Jake's favorite teacher's aide (I think I mentioned her in an old post. He says she's his best friend, and I know she did a lot to help him transition into school.) came back to school yesterday. She'd been out forever (in 4-year-old perspective) because she fell in the classroom one day and tore an ACL. (I don't know what that means, except that she hurt her leg very badly.)

Since she's been out, Jake has pined for her. He made a card for his teacher to deliver to her. He dreamed one night that she was back at school. He believed that dream and was very disappointed to find out she wasn't back yet. He's talked about her occasionally...like one would talk about an old, long-lost friend from back during the war. He missed her like crazy.

So I was nervous Tuesday night when he said Mrs. Inman was coming back the next day. I mean, we'd been through this fantasy before with the dream. I cautiously said, "Ok, that's great, honey."

Fortunately, it's true: the hero is home! Or at school, anyway. He said last night that she rubbed his back at naptime and told him she missed him. She has no idea just how much she was missed...