Gladys had HER first day of school yesterday. FINALLY. She is more than happy to tell you that she is going to 3’s preschool. But, she isn’t three. She is three-and-a-half.
She loved it. She was so sweet. She was so confident. It just isn’t a big deal for her. I did take a lot of pictures, but it’s so easy to forget that it’s a first day for her. Everything seems to come so easy for Gladys.
I picked her up, threw her in the car, we ran around all afternoon for Andrew’s activities.
In the evening, I finally had a chance to look in her backpack. She had colored in a picture of a person. My husband was there in the kitchen.
“Oh, Gladys! How nice! Is that a picture of you?” he asked proudly.
No. It wasn’t a picture of Gladys. I was holding it in my hand and I could assure you from my vantage point, it was definitely not a picture of Gladys.
It was definitely male.
“No, Daddy, its Andrew! Its Andrew standing up and peeing!”
It is on my refrigerator. I would scan it in and show it to you, but it is almost shocking. I don’t want to be listed as one of THOSE sites.
Oh, my sweet, sweet Gladys.