My little Toddler-Man was born during a ward baby boom. No less than seven babies were born in that year spanning from May to August. Six of them were boys. (Let's just say that our nursery leaders deserve to be exalted for handling an 11 boy nursery.) Most of them were also first babies. And they've all grown up together and have a party in the foyer at church. It's very fun. Well, since Toddler-Man was not my first, and most others are, suddenly I have become the ward expert on preschools. Suddenly I have to explain to everyone where I sent my girls and why. Now, I am happy to do this, because I like the preschool I've used, but when questions get thrown at me like "Are they CPR certified?" I have to admit that a question like that never even crossed my mind. "Why did you choose that one?" "Ummmm...they were the cheapest." "How many did you look into?" "Ummmm....just the one." "Will they have my kid reading by kindergarten?" "Nope. You should go elsewhere for that. They will teach letters and stuff, but they are very low stress. They don't push the kids." At this point I get one of two responses. "Huh. OK, I'll go look somewhere else, thanks." or "I love that! Perfect!" And then the questions I never thought to ask come along, and I feel like a horrible mother who just dumps her kids at the first place she sees. Which, in actuality, is exactly what I did. But I kept putting my kids in, because the teachers are cute with the kids, they like the school, and hey, it's cheap! And that's what preschool is for! A break, some fun time for your chitlens, and an intro that school doesn't suck. At least that's how I feel, anyway, but I can see how it would be good to have the teachers certified in CPR.