Theo's first day of preschool. He ran in and hid so we couldn't make him leave. He has been tortured every time we drop off his sister - all the rooms with chairs and tables his size. And then there were the toys - bins and bins of blocks, cars, play food and magnetic letters.
There were no tears shed, except maybe mine as I stalked him through the window in the parking lot. (Theo is in the orange shirt.) Watching him play and be such a big guy brought on the misty eye. Then seeing him sitting down - at a table - not climbing on it - working on a project with all the other kids brought on a full size tear or two.