With the stirrings of Autumn in the air, I'm starting to think about school days ahead. It doesn't seem too long ago that my eldest was swallowed up by the primary colors of her very first schoolroom. Her teacher was brand new, and couldn't have been sweeter. By the time my youngest started school, 3 years later, the young teacher had moved on and was replaced with another rookie, also lovely as could be. This one was a little bit older, and had children herself the same age as mine. She lasted much longer. It takes a special kind of person to enjoy teaching Kindergartners.
May a lifetime supply of apples be theirs!
Do you remember your first day of school?
I do not, but my long-suffering mom has relayed the story to me many times.
Mom: So, how was your first day of school?
Little Jo: Fine, 'cept for I stepped in some dog s**t.
Mom: Ummmmmm. . .
Come to think of it, Moms could use a lifetime supply of apples too.