This was the second week of my new school, but the first week of "separating." This fall Mom signed us up for ECFE (Early Childhood Family Education) class in Edina instead of in Minneapolis. It is really different. Partly, I'm sure, it's different because it's Edina, which is a posh suburb so their schools have all sorts of money. And partly it's different because I'm older now than I was last time we went to ECFE class (I was three months old last time). School this fall is "separating," which means that for most of the class time, the kids hang out in one room while the parents hang out in another. Miss Brenda (holding me in the picture) and her helpers Miss Tracy (the other teacher in the picture with me) and Miss Wai Yee are in charge of making sure that all us kids have fun and learn stuff. When it's time to separate, the parents all sing a little goodbye song and then they go to another room to talk about big people stuff. When Mommy left today, I didn't even cry. I did cry a little later, but that was just because one of my classmates, Marin, was crying and it made me sad. Mommy says I'm "sensitive" like that; I get upset when other kids around me are upset. Anyway, since our class is around lunchtime, we also get to sit in kid-sized chairs around a kid-sized table and have a meal together. And any school that includes a meal is a school that I can get behind. Anyway, when the parents come back to the room, we all sing songs together and play a little more before heading home.