Dad, on the other hand, was terrified. Were they going to take care of him? What if the bus driver forgot him? What if kids teased him? Dad was in tears on the first day (and second). I think he's coming around now though.
|I had to take him out to select his own backpack. I wanted the Wiggles, but I couldn't find one for him. Huskers? Batman? SpongeBob? Nope. He wanted Spiderman. Once he saw that one, that was it. End of story.|
|August 23. The day of reckoning. For the kid who usually sleeps until 1030, getting up at 630 was a rude awakening. Literally. The boy was tired.|
|Daddy got him on the bus. Please don't mind Dad's completely awful swim trunks that doubled at shorts that day.|