And Just Like That
August 25, 2010
The first day of school came to an end.
Miles came home excited and happy! School was fun. He made friends, but he doesn’t know what their names are. He sang songs! He had “west” time on his towel!
I was cleaning out his lunchbox and noticed his cookies were still inside.
Why didn’t you eat your cookies?
I couldn’t open the package.
And this is the difference between raising your first born and seventh born child.
Had this happened to my first born I would have broken down and cried. My poor BAYBEE was deprived of his generic brand creme filled cookies. Why isn’t there someone to wait on my poor precious BAYBEE and attend to his every whim?
The seventh born child? I kind of laughed. The kid makes his own lunches. Who would have thought some cellophane wrapping would have stopped him.
The seventh born child also rides the bus on his very first day of school, something others have alluded to as being horrible and gasp worthy. Apparently I should be walking him to his classroom and crying at the door until he cries, so I can be certain that he is sad and misses me.
I think he has recovered from the trauma just fine.
Also, he is not tired, God, why are you asking him that? He is just flinging himself down on the ground and crying because he LIKES TO.
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