Caleb's back in pre-k, and a little sad that his pre-k friends from last year have moved up to kindergarten. (But he still gets to see his good friend Ella at P.E., so it's okay, he told me.)
Abby is in the first grade program, which means she gets to go to four different classes, three of which are some variety of science, because I let her pick, and that's what she likes. Meanwhile, I get to stay home with the littles and fret over the fact that my six year old is walking from class to class on her own (but her buddy Jackson walks with her, she said, and he's a good friend because they like to make up jokes together).
I don't think I can handle all this growing up.
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