This guy, seen here at less than one day old, just started "big boy" school. Hard to believe, but he did. And I had the honour of taking him to his first day. A teacher, his Mum had her own duties and his Dad, a firefighter, had a shift, so Grandma did the honours.
"Are you excited?" I asked him. He was, but little sister was upset he would not be going to daycare with her as usual. "Well, now you're a big girl," I told her, "going to daycare all by yourself! Imagine!" That did the trick, as I walked her in. Grandson said his goodbyes and we were off to "real" school.
It brought back memories of my own first day at kindergarten a thousand years ago. I still remember vividly walking into Miss Earl's class at Crichton Street Public. I still remember the sand box, my blue nap blanket with my name embroidered in yellow, Miss Earl's sensible black oxford shoes....it remains clear as a bell. I can only hope he will remember his first day.
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