Good Mourning
It took a month, but the valet parking is finally up and running at our school. Is it just me, or is it always that disorganized at the beginning of the school year? I don't remember it being so chaotic in prior years.

Anyway, directing the valet parking is a perk reserved just for fifth graders. And there were Scooter's friends, lined up on the sidewalk, waiting to open doors to let kids out. Teddy was looking especially serious about the whole thing. I can't believe those are the same little kids who started kindergarden with Scooter just a few years ago. When Scooter was getting out of the car, I threw my arms around him and wailed, "Oh, my little baby, you're growing up too fast!" (that's to make up for him laughing at me last night when I burned my fingers on a towel I heated up in the microwave for him)

Wahhh!! What am I going to do when he and Fluffy leave our house for good? I'm going to be so sad and lonely. I'll have to take in little street urchins and torture them with my hugs and kisses.