The “finally” in the title isn’t a reference to me wanting to get rid of my boy, but to the fact that we were finally able to have a successful first day! No fault of Ricky’s . . . last year was a bad teacher and last week was, well, mother’s error. He calls his teacher Ms. Cherie and he had a great time, but he had a big concern. Ricky told me, almost immediately, that Ms. Cherie forgot to go to the fire station! I am assuming that she mentioned that later this month they get to visit the fire station for a field trip and Ricky’s understanding of days, weeks, and such is not the best.
He had another concern that he found important enough that we had to pray about it tonight. We had to pray our gratitude that Ms. Cherie got a new shirt! He interrupted Kevin’s prayer three times to make sure that we thanked Heavenly Father for her new black shirt, which was not the blue one she wore last time. This one I am assuming is based on her wearing a blue shirt at the back to school night a couple of weeks ago and a black one today? Not really sure.
Billy and I weren’t exactly sure what to do with ourselves. After dropping Ricky off and driving away, Billy called for “Keykey! Keykey!” for the next half mile or so. The house was really quiet (Billy was unusually quiet–he is normally really loud) and I almost felt lonely. My little boy is growing up! (and as my brother likes to remind me . . . he’ll be graduating high school in 13 1/2 years! Of course, that’s when I remind him that he could be a grandpa in the next couple of years . . . but that is for another post!)