Yesterday I was driving my son to his first day of Kindergarten. Big day. I threw all the kids in the van. The girls were singing and happy but I noticed the boy was quiet.
I wondered if he was worried or nervous so I watched him in the rearview mirror but didn’t ask.
About halfway to school he asks, “Dad, what’s the last grade?”
“12th,” I say.
“Ugh. I wish I was in 12th grade,” he sighed.
Something tells me the next twelve years or so are going to be an uphill climb with this one.