Brooklyn (and I) survived her first day of kindergarten. Weston took her to school because she was worried about finding her classroom. She sits between two little girls but she doesn't know their names because she hasn't talked to them yet. That will come with time, I suppose. She colored a picture, played at recess and read The Kissing Hand. No homework yet. I packed her a lunch and she said that all the other children were staring at her lunch because she had pudding and they didn't. I told her that I would make cookies and she could take an extra one to give to a friend. Overall, a successful day. Oh, but she absolutely hates riding the bus. We'll work on that one.
One day down. 13 years to go.
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