When the bus finally arrived,
and they hopped off, I could tell right away that the day was a success.
I could also tell from the look on his face, that Lucas was getting pretty sick of all the pictures I had been taking. And I was alright with that.
I ran excitedly toward them to give them hugs and ask all about their first day, and what did they do? They ran right past me and into the house.
When I finally caught up to them they were half way up the stairs.
"Hey! Aren't you guys going to tell me about your very first day at school? I want to hear all about it!"
"We are going to change and play with everyone outside!"
"But tell me about your first day!"
"It was fine." was what I got from them as they continued on their way up the stairs.
"What did you do?"
Lucas: "I don't really remember."
Ava: "We don't have any homework. Can we play outside?"
Seriously? This was Ava's very first day of 2nd grade and Lucas' very first day of 1st grade - not to mention his very first day at a new school. And this was all they had for me - I don't really remember what we did, it was fine, and Ava completely ignoring my question with a response of we don't have any homework can we play outside?
I am beginning to think this whole first day of school thing is a much bigger deal for Mom and Dad than it is for the kids. No?
1 comment:
I love the lapse in memory between the classroom door and the car. I love that they did nothing memorable. I love fishing answer out of them. I LOVE that when Grandma asks, they spill thier guts! Argh! :-)
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