My youngest partner in crime is now spending her days in kindergarten.
Her older sister is right down the hall in the second grade.
Although they have no idea who Rizzo is, I’m sure they would appreciate that whole “We’re gonna rule the school!” thing.
Harper: If it’s okay, I want to take an apple to school for the teacher.
Me: It’s fine with me if you really want to.
Harper: I do. And for her birthday, if we have enough money, I’d like to buy her a very nice rug.
I was fine throughout the morning. I was completely under control as we pulled up to the drop off and the coach opened the door to let the girls out of the car. And then I turned the iPod onto Shuffle, and I Will Remember You started to play. I thought about my friend who dropped her son off at his new dormitory this weekend. I thought about another friend whose daughter just flew to Haiti to teach for a year. I rolled down my window, quickly tossed the iPod onto the street, and continued on to the store where I purchased the makings for our traditional First Day of School After School Snack—refrigerated graham crackers with chocolate icing.
Five more hours until I get to pick them up.