All I have to say is, Thank GOD that's over!
By day 3, there was tears and drama worthy of an Oscar. And not just a nomination. Who was it that told me girls are more dramatic than boys? They apparently haven't met my boys. If it wasn't TT1 flinging himself into histrionics at the classroom door, it was TT3 screaming for TT1 as we drove out of the parking lot.
And just WHERE was TT2 when all of this drama was unfolding? Calmly working out his thumbs on the iTouch, slaying dinosaurs or crashing heilos. Until the end of the day, when he continuously, monotonously, and irritatingly asked, 'When'm I goin' back ta my scool?'
Funny how big a difference almost 2 years makes.