It happened, that's really all I can say. My baby boy began Kindergarten; it's pretty magical, but tragically sad and awful at the same time. I mean seriously, how did that cute boy who was just pulling himself up on my couch and singing along to Sesame Street now this big brave smart little man? He's pretty special, he really is! If you know him, you know what I mean. He just isn't your typical little man, he is really dreamy, and I mean super imaginative. He isn't the bravest soul or the most coordinated boy I've ever met, but I will say he is one of the most creative and interesting humans I've ever encountered. Not only that but he makes every day of my life challenging in the best way possible.
Can you believe he wrote that long long word? K i n d e r g a r t e n is soooo long and has soooo many letters, but look how fantastic he did?!?!? This kid often fights us when it comes to learning the basics, but man look at how worth it the fight was!
So he's off to learn 5 days a week with Ms. Scrima (quite possibly the most type A, organized, fantastic kindergarten teacher there ever was) along with 21 of his other classmates.
When he grows up he wants to be:
a pizza guy
a gas station guy
a police officer
a donut shop owner
a dad
and an artist
Dream big dude, the world is yours to own!
