Wake up, time for school
I know the age old saying about kids growing up so fast these days, and I've used it myself. But imaging my horror when I got home from work last Thursday to the following greeting:
Me: "Hi, honey, I'm home"
The wee fella: "Daddeeeeeeeeee"
MOTS: "Did you have a good day? He's enrolled for school"
School's outSCHOOL? Eh? What?
What on earth happened there? It was only 2 seconds ago I changed his nappy (literally) and he's enrolled in school? I'll ask again, what on earth happened there?
So it wasn't that much of a shock, we already knew he had to enrol just after his second birthday and had picked the forms up ready. It was just another milestone that he's getting to that marks another step towards old age for me. So exactly what is it that I'm not looking forward to? Old age? The grave? Or far worse than that, parent's race at the sports day.
AAARRRRRGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
