It was yesterday. What a relief. 10 weeks of summer put a noticeable dent in Little Boy’s math skills (before summer, he was adding and subtracting numbers with ease; now, he throws out random guesses — “3? 10? 5? 8?”) and decreased his motivation to become an independent reader. The summer slump sucks!
He was a little emotional about going back, but insisted on going to his morning care program even though I had planned to wait on the playground for the official start-of-school line-up with all the other kids. That’s why his “first day of first grade” picture looks like he’s headed into a detention center.
Headed to the Morning Care Program
After school, as we walked home, I asked him, “How was your first day of First grade?”
“Good.”
“What did you do?”
“I don’t know.”
“Was your teacher nice?”
“Yeah.” He thought about it, and then said darkly, “But teachers are always nice at the beginning.”
