First Day Of School

This is the story of a boy on his first day of school.

He had spent the second half of his life at Apple-A-Day-Care where he was quite happy. Learning his letters and a number of silly songs. Where he learned that using the toilet would allow him to go on field trips and where, when he turned four, was finally able to go up on the big toy.

He turned out kind and caring, willing to give out hugs and kisses easily. He learned to share and take turns and hold hands crossing the street. Say please and thank you. Deal with conflict without (for the most part) using his fists.

When starting school this year there were only two students who knew more letters than he did in his class and they were both kindergarteners. He’s the only preschooler in the reading group that starts next week. He’s very excited about the whole thing.

The parents of this boy would like to take credit for what they feel like is a fine and upstanding citizen. (Even though he is only now just turning five) They would like to say to the world “See what we’ve done? This child we’ve raised turned out ok so far, we should be proud.”

But they also know that credit should be given where credit is due.

They want to say thank you so much for all that you did, not only for their boy but for them as well. They could not have made it through the last two years without your help, your flexibility, caring and understanding.

When Hiatt left Apple-A-Day-Care They didn’t think they said that adequately enough so they wanted to send you this.

This is a picture of a boy on his first day of school. He’s pretty damn happy about the whole thing, I-tell-you-what.