I used to love the whole back-to-school thing. To me, school was a place to see friends and meet people and occasionally learn a little something (until university, that is…then school became something to be endured). I’ve been thinking about that recently and I was a little shocked to realize I have only two precious years left before Justin is off to kindergarten. He’s a sharp little guy who loves books and numbers and so on, but we’re talking about a kid who refuses to use the potty, can’t work a zipper and never pronounces the letter “l”. A lot of his peers are starting preschool this fall (one girl we know is not quite three years old and will be in preschool five mornings a week), but it really makes me wonder: what’s the rush? What’s wrong with letting kids just be kids for a few years?