I think I’ve mentioned before about Leo’s two brief stints in preschool. The first was more brief than the other, lasting approximately two weeks. The second attempt happened a year later, and he lasted a month and a half. Both ended for similar reasons, mostly screaming and crying and a general unwillingness to participate in any and all activities. The first time we chalked it up to him being too young and decided that we could try it again in a year, when he would be older and surely more mature. So when that second attempt crashed and burned in a huge fiery ball of humiliation, we chalked it up to the fact that Leo was most likely not our child, but instead an evil alien experiment designed to create chaos in society and eventually bring about the distraction of humanity. Not that I really believe that Leo’s failure in preschool was all his fault. I think the school and his teachers bear a lot of the responsibility, as they were completely unprepared and unwilling to work with a child that was a little bit different. I mean, even spawns of Satan need a preschool education, right?

There is one positive thing that came out of Leo’s preschool experiences. Sometime during the second attempt, his teacher taught him the idea of making your own holiday. Leo calls his holiday Chen-Chenny-P-Day, and he describes it as a day where its everyone’s birthday, but no one gets any older. So whenever he designates a day as Chen-Chenny-P-Day, I make a cake, we light candles and sing Happy Birthday to Everyone! It’s actually pretty fun.

So last night when we were on our way home from a friends house, Leo made an announcement:

“I want tomorrow to be Chen-Chenny-P-Day!”

“Okay, Leo, that sounds fun.”

“Then can we have Wednesday be Leif Ericson Day?”

“Leif Ericson Day?”

“Yeah, it’s where we celebrate our Viking heritage.”