

Posted by Jill Wright at 10:03 PM 5 comments
Oh, the mixed emotions of your first born heading off to the world of public education. This was rough for me. He was thrilled to get to ride his bike to school with all of his friends in our neighborhood, but I wasn't sure he was going to make it to class, so I told him I'd take him for the first couple of days. He was not happy with that idea, and I knew that if I let him go with his friends, his whole outlook on kindergarten (all-day kindergarten at that) would be much better. So, I let him go and called the school about a half hour later and had the secretary peek into his class to make sure he made it.
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Riggs was scoping out the women--he asked 3 different grown women to dance--poor Martha had to do it twice, and then when all of the bridesmaids were dancing in a circle, he slapped one right on the toosh. I'm not sure I'll be able to handle that one as a teenager.
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