Jeffrey is at that beautiful age when school is still a fun place ruled over by a teacher he adores. First grade is promising to be wonderful, so far — we managed to have the good fortune to be assigned to the teacher that everyone in the neighborhood says is the best.
We’ve finally retired the “Barack Obama” lunchbox — a Spider-Man lunchbox that managed to be plastered with election stickers during the Democratic primaries in Pittsburgh — which is kind of a sad rite of passage, but Jeffrey is exceedingly pleased with the new Star Wars lunchbox we found to replace it.
Jeffrey is very glad to be back in school; he missed having lots of playmates this summer and would often become bored in the afternoons when I ran out of ideas for what to do. The afternoon after his first day, I found him standing on one of the kitchen counters, reaching up to move the hands of our wall clock around.
When I asked what he was doing, he replied that he was trying to change the clock so that it would be school time again. Cute boy — if only time worked that way!