The day finally came.
This morning we tearfully dropped him off. He did great. I could tell he was feeling a little anxious, a little shy. Even when he found his friend Ella, he was pretty reserved. I got home and almost lost it. I put both Ike and Asher down for naps and it hit me. Hit me hard. Booker is at SCHOOL and my other two kids are SLEEPING. I AM A FREE WOMAN! For about two hours, a free woman. Woo hooooooooooooooooooooo!
Booker acting like he didn't spend six hours each week last year with his buddy Ella from Joy School. Geez. Iced out.
Ike was genuinely surprised that we didn't drop him off at a classroom as well. For weeks now he's been talking about going to Kindergarten to collect eggs in a basket (?!?!) Your guess is as good as mine, I think he's confusing Kindergarten with Easter (something to do with "garten" and garden, I'm not sure?)
Despite several screamed conversations between Booker and Ike (IKE YOU ARE NOT GOING TO KINDERGARTEN ONLY FIVE YEAR OLDS GO TO KINDERGARTEN YOU ARE ONLY TWO YEARS OLD), he's still holding out hope and keeps asking me when he'll be going as well. It's hard being the little brother. I'll try and get video footage of Ike wailing as he chases Booker's school bus down the street tomorrow morning.
Speaking of tomorrow morning, coming soon... Booker's birthday, his second day of school and his first time on the bus.