Well, it happened. She started Kindergarten today {we have a year round program, so that’s why it feels so soon}.

Yesterday we laid out outfits for the week and had a trial run lunchbox lunch. I had to see if she could open things like yogurt tubes and juice box straws. We closed the night by reading The Kissing Hand. Very sweet book. I was torturing myself. She, however, has been begging to go to kindergarten for months.

This morning she had not a single ounce of hesitation. She was dressed by 6:30a and grinning ear-to-ear all morning.

{This one kills me.}

{Watching all the craziness going on in the kindergarten playground. The parents were more nuts than the kids. By far.}

To commemorate this occasion, and to better remember what Avery was like the day she started kindergarten, I asked her a handful of questions the other night. I’ll ask her the same questions each year that she doesn’t think I’m completely annoying:

Me: What do you want to be when you grow up?

Avery: A ballet teacher

Me: What makes you proud of yourself?

Avery: Reading, handstands, flip turns {in the pool}

Me: What is your favorite thing to do?

Avery: Go to the park

Me: What is your favorite thing to eat?

Avery: Hot dogs

Me: What are you the most excited to do in kindergarten?

Avery: To be big. And if I don’t like it, it’s OK. I just have to try it and if I don’t like it, I don’t have to do it anymore.

Me: Who told you that? That’s not true. It’s not like food.

Avery: {Looking at me like I’m just teasing.}

I decided to ask Nolan some questions, too. He looked interested in what we were doing, so I wanted to include him:

Me: What do you want to be when you grow up?

Nolan: Um. How ’bout Superman?

Me: How do you know your family loves you?

Nolan: I don’t want to talk to you right now.

Clearly I misread his interest.

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