Actual dialogue between my husband and myself, two weeks ago:
Me (troubled): You know what I think it is? I think I am anxious about Kindergarten.
Capt. Daddy: You are going to do fine in Kindergarten, honey.
If anyone needs me this morning, I’ll be that middle-aged blonde dripping tears in the parking lot of M. Elementary. I swear just yesterday Noodle was a little package of love with a dimple in her nose who screamed like a pterodactyl when she was angry and got me up eight times a night to breastfeed.
Mama’s so proud. Her little pterodactyl’s going off to public school. Still got that dimple in her nose, though. Sniff…
