The Report

When I asked Cubby what happened at school yesterday, the first thing he said was, "You thought my pear would last until lunch, but it didn't. It had brown spots on it and the juice got all over."

Okay. Anything besides the pear? "You forgot to send an umbrella for me."*

When A. and the MiL asked how his day was? "Great!"

I may not ask anymore if all I'm going to get is recriminations.

* Not true. It was in his backpack, which his teacher unpacked for him to put everything away. Cubby refused to believe that I had, in fact, sent the all-important umbrella. But this morning when we got to school . . . what's that hanging on your hook, Cubby? Why, I do believe it's the umbrella THAT I TOTALLY PUT IN YOUR BACKPACK. Ungrateful child.

The First Day of the Rest of His (School) Life

Ready . . .

Set . . .

Go.

Godspeed, Cubby. Time to kick some big-kid-school ass.

P.S. That building in the last photo is in fact his school. I'm sure some of you thought it was a house, because that's what it used to be. It is now a very charming school. That Cubby will spend all day in. Excuse me while I go gather the pieces of my blown mind.

They Are Never, Ever Boring

Me: Why on earth are you two eating your apples upside-down?

Charlie: We're bats.

Duh.