This Kid...

...Who insists on wearing his polyester ninja costume paired with a blue, button-down Batman shirt and red bandana, has no right going to Kindergarten.





Or riding on this bus alone.



No right at all.

My heart just can't take it.

Dear Caleb,

How can it be that you are in Kindergarten already? Wasn't it just yesterday that you would snuggle in my lap, suck your fingers, and we would watch Daddy and Isaiah wrestle on the floor. You wanted no part of that. And now...now, you are just as rough as they are.

Do you remember when you needed my help buttoning your pants or pulling on your socks? What about putting on your shirt and shoes? I used to help you do that too.

I'm not sure that I am ready to let you go yet. School is for big kids, and well...you will never be big enough to me. But I know you're ready, so I will make you a deal: You can go to school if you let me follow along. I know, I know. While you're in school, I spend my time catching up on housework, but I don't see why I can't just sit in the back of your classroom and fold laundry. I promise I won't fold your clean underwear in front of your classmates. Would that be okay with you?

What Caleb? You don't want me to come with you? You want to do this alone? Okay, I will let you go, but I want you to know that if you need me, I will be there in an instant. Oh, and Caleb, I need to tell you just one more thing...your shirt is backwards.