Considering we kept him back the extra year (his birthday is at the end of December so technically we could have started last year) it is amazing how fast it crept up on me.
And I really am happy for him. I'm happy that he's excited. I'm happy that he's starting to become his own little person, with his own experiences and his own ideas. We did preschool; this isn't entirely new, but it still feels different. This morning I put my baby on a bus and let him out in the big scary world.
No tears though. Not from me and definitely not from him.
Another first in the book. First time on the school bus.
Now, what to do for the next 3 hours?
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