Fruit Loop was born Sept. 9th, 2005. That makes him a whopping 4 and one-half years old. Amusingly, most (read: all the flippin' ones I have spoken with - up, down, private, public, religious, YOU NAME IT) have a cut-off birthday for their entering class of Sept. 1st.

Did I say that was amusing?

In the immortal words of the writers at Disney: It is time. Fruit Loop is ready for school. Mentally, socially, everything-ally ready. But. BUT. (There is always a but. And no, not my gravity-friendly butt. A however but. Hardy har har.) There is that pesky little Sept. 1st cut-off.

So now I must plan my attack. I must launch a full-scale assault on all potential schools, their administrators, their teachers, the moms on the PTA board, the ladies in the cafeteria... I must wage war on the system. I must fight tooth and nail for my son's admission to THE school we want him to attend. I have to show how awesome he is (because, let's be honest, he really is as awesome as I think he is), and I have to beat those other kids' moms off with a stick. (What? They're our competition!)

In short, it's time to don my Urban Yuppy Competitive Mom outfit. Because not only are we after a coveted spot in a "good school," we are after it for a child who is ostensibly too young and (I can only infer) too "incapable." THAT is where the real battle lies.

We just need to get a foot in the door. Just a chance to shine Fruit Loop's Shining Light of Awesomeness, (which may or may not be his dump truck-cum-flashlight, if he decides to bring it). Prepare to be amazed!

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