We survived the first day and only one person cried - Summer’s dad. (I won’t embarass him with that photo.)

I let Summer pick her own bookbag. It’s too big and hairy (I braided the pony’s hair), but hey, you have to pick your battles, right?

So grown-up!

Summer has to shove the bookbag into her cubby hole. Just what I thought, it’s too big.

Summer meets a new friend who has the same lunch box in a different color.

Her first assignment - a self portrait. That’s Summer’s teacher on the right, Mrs. Popp. You have to admire someone who can spend the entire day with 20 4-year-olds. My friend, Kelvin, who teaches second grade, says a real job is getting 18 kids on the right bus. Amen!

I must have told Summer I was leaving a dozen of times. “Bye mom,” she says.

You mean that’s it??!