Leading up to today, if anyone asked whether he was excited about starting school, he'd tell you not really. Then something happened. Perhaps it was a fever. He got up this morning without complaining. Ate breakfast without dawdling. Brushed his teeth without being asked to. He was chipper and quite personable. Scott and I just waited for the other shoe to drop. But it never did. He happily greeted his new teacher, Mrs. Davis, said goodbye to us and went into class. We were stunned. Hopeful, but stunned. He greeted me with a big smile when I picked him up. He voluntarily told me he had had a good day. He said he was excited about coming back to school the next day.
All joking aside, we are so proud of him. Keep your fingers crossed and hope that this lasts!
