Do you know what I saw?!?!?

You'll never guess because I'm still not over it myself!
Seth had an eye appt today ( still improving eye sight, no more stingy drops!!) because he was lat efor school we had to walk through to the office to get him in as the gates are locked. Along the little lane are 2 classrooms, sort of aside from the main school that are used for the brabd newbie kids in reception class. Seth was in one of these classrooms last year and I loved to look in and see him in his uniform working and playing and looking a bit tiny. My eyes were drawn in because these littlest of school people are just so darned cute and I love the smooshy kind of awwww feeling I get when I look at them.
" Oooh, " I though, there's Louise ( My Isaac's beloved nursery teacher) " wonder what she is doing in there"
Then I had one of those moments where your eyes see something but your brain doesn't quite take it in because it's not quite right, you know, when you see your doctor at the supermarket and your eyes see it but your brain tells you it isn't so because we all know doctors don't shop, eat or go to the toilet.
I saw my Isaac, in the big boy school, sitting at a table, as large as life PLAYING with the pop together constuction toys. My ISAAC in school, PLAYING! Not chewing his blanket, not huddled in a corner, not hiding behind Louise or Nicky. PLAYING!!!
My head shot back for a double take and I froze, I grinned, I almost wept.....I just stood and grinned and stood and watched and then glorious Mrs Lovely Teacher who was Seth's teacher last year, who is also the special needs co-ordinator for the school gave me a huge grin, a thumbs up and then the " get the hell out of here before he sees you" signal.
He did it, my boy, on his first introductory visit to school ( I just love the whole nursery deal that helps these little people transition from nursery to school so effortlessly) shone, he played with glittery water ( WATER!!! ) he laughed and when Louise had to go out for a moment she came back in to see my Isaac TALKING to the student nursery teacher.
They were bowled over, he astounded us all and we are all completely and utterly thrilled.
He will go to school one morning a week until Christmas, he will go to assemblies and music lessons at school and in January he will wear his uniform ( can you imagine the joy in his being told he gets to wear the same clothes every day 5 days a week until you he's 16?!? He thinks life won't get any better!)
He still didn't eat his snack and says he still won't do P.E because he is too ' fraid bout nat'

I can't begin to imagine why he found this whole new experience so safe, undaunting and exciting, I don't even care. He was happy, he had fun. What more can we ask?