The preschool-aged child himself--complete with spiderman backpack stuffed with his favorite stuffed bunny friend and his "B" (blanket--can't go to school with out it. I mean what if you are the only 2 3/4 year old who forgot his "B"?)
Me: Max, it's your first day of school! You are such a big boy!Max: I go school now Mommy. I go pee and poo-poo in potty so I big boy. I go school NOW mommy.
Yes, I felt a little emotional dropping off my little buddy for his first day of school. I went to an Adult Religion class and got myself some edu-ma-cation as I have been wanting to do for years. It was nice. I keep reminding myself that it isn't like it's Kindergarten. It's only for a couple hours--I still get to keep him for a few more years--like 15. Yeah, then a few hours don't seem to bother me. Especially when I think about how old I'll be then. I might need a walker, happy pills and Botox! Yikes. I'm not liking this train of thought. MOVING ON... Last week I canned peaches because that is a very hip, young thing to do. Not matronly at ALL. At least my peaches will still be pretty when I am not....
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He's just so darling. Sigh.
My nephew is in his preschool class! His name is Wid. Yes, that's really his name.
I'm still waiting for the tears but...maybe....nope, they're not coming. I loved my 2 1/2 hours with Larry today. But then again, it's not my baby like you pointed out.
I actually think canning peaches is a very hip thing to do in all seriousness.
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