Aaron, 6, started the first grade this week.
I was really surprised the first day when he woke and immediately went into full blown sobbing about "But, they won't like me!" After much discussion a /o attempted fatherly type encouragement we finally got down to the point of I gotta go to work, you gotta go to school. Of course once we got him out the door he was fine.
We've been walking the four blocks to school together. It's been good morning Father-Son time.
That's all I've got to say about that.