Zachary, who is three and a half, has recently started a new preschool here in L.A. He is the kind of child who actually comes home and tells his mother what he did at school. And what his friends did. And what the teachers did. And what the children in the other classes did. And whether someone in the main office farted during snack time.
One day, about a week into his new school, he was well warmed up for his afternoon of non-stop talking, when he shared with me the following important information about his day. “At school, I showed my new friends my Thomas underwear because they didn’t know what kind of underwear I had. And they showed me their underwear because I didn’t know what kind they had. And they had Spiderman and Superman. “ Ever so pleased with himself for having conveyed this crucial bit of information, he went on to reminisce about his best friend and neighbor from London, a boy we will call James because of his fondness for a certain 007. “At James’s house, I dressed up as Spiderman.”
Zachary appears to be balancing his memories of his old friends with the new relationships he is forming.
And, a few days later, when we bought him some new underpants to replace the ones that were getting so tight I was concerned about his ability to walk, he was thrilled. He would have something new for the show-and-tell that apparently takes place in his preschool bathroom. “I am going to show Eric my new underwear,” he mused.
But then, that evening, he realized that his joy was incomplete, that there was something missing from the fulsomeness of his bliss. “My friends in London don’t know that I have new underwear,” he told me, clearly worried about leaving them out.
Since I know that Zachary’s former teacher and James’s mother both read my blog, I would like to make the following announcement on behalf of my son. I hope they will be kind enough to pass it along to all of his friends from London, who are no doubt anxiously awaiting an undergarment update. Please inform them that Zach is now the proud owner of truck underwear, tractor underwear, and lizard underwear. If they are ever in town, I am sure he will be happy to show it to them.