Why Don't I Just Superglue Those Apron Strings?

Last week we registered Mr. C for Kindergarten.  As you can imagine, this was a very big deal for me.  Well, OK . . . and for Mr. C, too.

Because this was such a special occasion, I took great care to dress Mr. C in his sweetest sweater, made sure he had a fresh haircut, and was looking his absolute-cutest.  Alas, my careful physical preparations were all for naught: Mr. C decided he was "itchy", so here's all he did -- and all anyone noticed -- for the entire walk to school:

"You're ruining Kindergarten registration for us!" Bee and I joked.  Mr. C took pity on us, deigning to extract his hands from his rear just as we entered the school.

The cafeteria was set up with different stations to test the registrants' letter and number recognition, rhyming cognition, color identification, and ability to write their name.  I am very proud to report that Mr. C did very well on all but the rhyming section (and, naturally, I blame the test administrator for that one).

Mr. C is soooo ready for Kindergarten.  He has been having hissy fits about returning to daycare, wanting instead to go to school.  Unfortunately for him, he still has 5 months until that date.

 Unfortunately for me, I only have 5 months until that date.

As a child, I remember my mom getting sentimental at the end of every summer break.  As I walked to my fourth-grade classroom, I also remember being confused by that, as I figured she should be thrilled to finally get rid of us obnoxious children again.

 And yet, here I am: unready to let go of the hellion who drove me crazy all winter.