August 31, 2005
First Day of School
Today was Trevor's first day of second grade. It poured rain from Katrina all day and he had to wait for his very first bus ride in a raincoat.
When the bus arrived, he bounded aboard without even waiting for me to finish asking if it was the right one. He was grinning ear to ear and waving frantically out the window as it pulled away.
He is so not my kid. I used to dread the first day of school each year—and, more often than not, I made sure to throw up both at home before getting on the bus and when I arrived at school. The school janitors loved me.
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Some of us have fond memories of those mornings.
By the way the elementary school janitors knew me too. I learned to clean up after myself so I'm not on first name basis with many janitors now.
TREVOR IS SO NOT HIS FATHER EITHER.ON HIS FIRST DAY OF KINDERGARDEN ORIENTATION HE SAT IN THE BACK SEAT OF MY CAR AND SAID;MOMMY MY STOMACH FEELS YELLOW!!!!!!!