Preschool

The day of trepidation finally arrived, da da da. First day of preschool. I was a nervous wreck while Jackson remained blissfully clueless that he was about to embark on this new chapter of his young life.
I was prepared for the worst. Crying, yelling, clinging and I thought Jackson might have a hard time too. Well, much to my surprise there were no tears on either side. He did great. He found his name at the table carefully traced each letter saying them out loud J A C K S O N. When, he had finished this menial task he grabbed the sheet next to him and began again D E R E K. What next? Geography? Trig? Bring it on. That's my boy.