At first glance, my son’s bedroom looks like that of many 3-year-old boys: a colorful, happily chaotic assortment of toys (currently evenly divided between construction vehicles/tools/gear and a staggering array of “Frozen” merchandise), shelves packed with books, a beanbag...
In my hometown, we had a handful of preschools. When I was three years old, my mom picked one, and I went. It’s not that simple in San Francisco, and I’m sure you’re not surprised. Here are my tips...