School preview

Apollo is going to a different school than our neighborhood elementary school so he can have more concentrated help with his speech and reading. So Paris will be going to one school and Apollo will go to another one, and for some reason (hello overprotective-of-her-last-child mom) it is freaking me out. Luckily, Apollo's new school had an open house today.
We walked through to where he would be let off the bus to where his home-room class is. "See you just walk straight til you get to the door with the smiley faces are." He told me he would draw a picture of smiley faces on a card to bring with him so he wouldn't forget. (Isn't he smart?)
Then we visited his speech room, his pull-out room, the gym, and library. I lifted him up to see into the cafeteria. "It's so big" he exclaimed, and when he I set him down he let his knees buckle in awe and fell down. A fellow student rushed to his side to ask if he was all right. I swear Apollo rolled his eyes as he tried to explain that he was just overcome by the bigness of the cafeteria. His new friend stood there confused--he either didn't understand or couldn't believe someone swoons over a cafeteria, and Apollo walked away muttering.
Outside another mom introduced her son to us. He and Apollo had the same home-room teacher. Apollo held out his hand and shook his new friends hand deliberately, "Hi, I'm Apollo. What's your name?" I was a little stunned and no longer worried about him making friends.
The whole tour took about 10 min. and that was going back to search for water fountains. So when we were climbing in the car, and Apollo spotted the playground equipment, he suggested I should let him play. "I can make new friends," he said, though I have an inkling he was less concerned about making friends than in manipulating me into letting him play.
It was about 100* outside and so (amazingly) there were relatively few "friends" playing, so I got elected to push down on the teeter totter opposite him and help him explore the balancing bridge. "When I come here with my new buddy, he'll have to stay with me because that's what buddies do. And I will play soccer on that field. And all the girls will chase me because I'm a boy. They'll say 'There's a boy! Agghhh!'" he holds his hands up, waving and hollering. "But I can run faster than them," he assures me.
Looks like he'll have a fun year.