Third grade

So today it is back to work. And more importantly, back to school. This year, as a third grader. Gone are the days when he timidly looked back at us from the giant bus steps. Instead, he was off and running across the street, unwilling to wash the remaining Nutella from his face or comb his hair. That was too uncool. Instead, he was carrying all his school supplies and lunch, excited to see old friends and move into the "big wing" at school.

A charmed life, for sure.