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I've always ridiculed those mothers who start worrying about securing a pre-school spot for their child when the kid is still in the embryonic phase.

Yeah, well. Now I'm beginning to learn that I've been a little too lax on the subject.

I've been asking my Mommy friends for pre-school references. The consensus is that the best school in town, without a doubt, is a local Montessori school. It has a beautiful, vast campus, highly trained teachers and the most fabulous playground I've ever seen. I call it Baby Yale. But Baby Yale also comes with an Ivy League price tag. We might just be able to afford it, if we cut back on other areas. Like food. Or our mortgage.

I tracked down another well thought of pre-school at a local church, and stopped by to see it yesterday. The administrator gave me a tour of the facility, explained the curriculum, and handed me a registration packet.

"Do I just fill this out and mail it back to you?" I asked naively.

She actually laughed. "Registration is on March 1st at 7:30 a.m. There'll be a line, so get here early. We only have a few open spots."

"You have to get there really, really early if you want to get Sam in," another mom advised. "Like around four or so."

"Four? Four in the morning?" I asked incredulously. Surely she was joking.

"Or maybe, just to be safe, you should just plan on camping out the night before," she said.

Gah.

Posted 14 February 2006 at 08:41 AM