So, how did David's classroom visit go?

He yanked Thomas the Tank Engine out of another boy's hands, screamed and threw himself on the floor when the teacher said it was clean-up time, refused to stand up during circle time, refused to see the cubbies, refused to see where he will get to put his new Dora the Explorer ballerina water bottle, screamed and cried when someone else wanted to use the shovel, screamed and cried when he couldn't find a digger, and said repeatedly, "I want out of this room."

And, the assistant teacher never smiled. The associate teacher seemed confused, tentative, and unsure of the plan. We were singing "If You Are Happy and You Know It" and she couldn't remember the words. (John said I promised not to harp on the fact that she didn't notice the date and day of the week were wrong as she announced them to the class. I'm not harping, really.) She was probably completely thrown because there is no head teacher. They seemed to think the former head teacher was going to help cover during the transition. She was nowhere present during my miserable hour. They are still trying to hire a new head teacher. The assistant kept trying to tell the associate what to do, and the associate let her.

How did the visit go?

David told Daddy he had fun and wants to go back to his school.

I'm keeping all my options open including not actually starting him until they hire a new teacher. We'll see how the visit goes Friday.