Grief-stricken at how quickly the EO's taken to the new school, I kept asking him questions about his friends in the old school, just to see of he remembered. Of course he answered everything satisfactorily (not surprising since he met a truckload of them just last Friday, on the 9th at a now, ex-classmates birthday party).
While I'm glad there seem to be no teething troubles (touchwood!), at the same time I find it slightly distressing that he doesn't talk about his ex-classmates and ex-teacher. Especially her, since he loved her so much. "Has he forgotten everything and everyone already?", I wondered, heart-brokenly.
While playing with the YO and the Nephew this afternoon, he suddenly looked up at me with a smile and said, "Mamma, doesn't P Ma'am (present class teacher) look like M Ma'am (1st ever teacher in ex-school)?" My heart heaved a huge sigh of relief.
Seems I've been worrying too soon!