Any progress is good progress.

What I didn’t write about was Number 6’s first day.

This is Number 6’s second year at preschool.

It took him a good two months to feel comfortable last year, but once he settled in, he loved school.

But Number 6 is a creature of habit.

He doesn’t like change.

Transitions at school send him over the edge.

And this year, not only does he have different teachers, but he’s also in a different classroom.

So the first day of school, as we entered the room and he realized I was about to leave, he totally lost it.

I gave him a hug and a kiss, and he got me in a choke hold that even the Rock would have had difficulty escaping from.

Eventually I broke free, and I left Number 6 in the classroom, screaming at about 1000 decibels.

I wasn’t sure what to expect when I came back to get him, but when I got to the door, he had a smile from ear-to-ear.

He was totally fine.

Yesterday when he was getting ready to go to school he told me that he was not going to cry. That he was going to be a big boy.

I wasn’t around yesterday afternoon so my dad did drop off and pick up.

When I got home, I asked Number 6 how his day was.

“Good!” he said.

I asked him if he cried.

“Only a little bit,” he told me.

“What was it that made you cry?” I asked him.

I thought maybe it was going to music or science or something. You know… transitions.

“Well,” he told me, “I took a weally big poop wight when I got theyah, so I cwied a little because my butt huuht a lot fwom the weally big poop.”

Not exactly the answer I expected.

So, the first day he was a pain in the ass.

And the second day he had a pain in the ass.

Well, it’s not perfect, but it’s progress,

and at this point, I’ll take what I can get.

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