I wasn't allowed to take pictures of him at the end of the driveway.
He insisted on picking out his first day of school outfit, complete with skulls on the front of the shirt AND the back pocket of the jeans.
The other day he had actual REAL manly B.O.
I almost cried as he walked off to the third grade today.
But then I reminded myself that he still needed me to tuck him in at night...even with stinky armpits.
Check back tomorrow after I drop this one off at her first day of preschool:
It's going to be an entirely different story.