Friday, November 8, 2013

And it cuts like a knife.

Birdie asked me to start going to pre-school. So, we've settled on a "kinder-ready" class at the children's museum, one of our favorite places to go. On the way to her first class yesterday, out of the blue:
B: I don't need you to pick me up anymore.
M: What do you mean?
B: Pick me up or hold me.
M: Why is that?
B: Because I'm four.
Just go ahead and rip my heart right out, why don'tchya? 

How am I ever going to get through the first day of kindergarten?