My son started the first day of 8th grade yesterday. I upheld the tradition of taking his picture while he held up 8 fingers, one for each grade. The last time he actually smiled for one was preschool, but I don't care. He's lucky I don't video tape him like my neighbor with four kids.
During dinner my husband and I asked him about his classes. One male teacher took pictures of each student on his cell phone. My husband and I exchanged worried looks and I asked, "What's his name so I can check the molester website?"
Then my hilarious husband asked if he made the kids take their shirts off. (Uh, no.) My son didn't think it was such a big deal. The guy was going to use the pictures for a seating chart. Welcome to the technology of 2010. (I am still going to check him out).
I have to admit, it was a pretty uneventful first day. After he left for school I blasted some Van Morrison and drank my coffee on the front porch, watching S.U.V.s go by, thankful we live close enough to walk.
Next year he will start high school but I can't think about that yet. All I have to do now is enjoy my days of freedom until summer.