As I tucked Aidan in bed tonight, I spent a good fifteen minutes talking about what to expect tomorrow at kindergarten. We covered the bus, the class, the other kiddies. We talked about getting ready for the day, his clothes, his friends and his teacher. We went over his lunch and its contents. We even discussed the snack he wants when he gets off the bus.
After I kissed him goodnight and turned to leave, Aidan smiled at me and asked, "So, what are we doing tomorrow mom? It's a mommy day right?"
I look at him perplexed and responded with exasperation, "Aidan, you're going to school tomorrow."
"I am?" He asked with shock, "But, it's Monday. I don't go to school on Mondays."
I closed my eyes, shook my head back and forth and prayed to the god of all mothers for patience. After a beat or two, I smiled and said quietly, "You start kindergarten tomorrow, remember?"
"Oh, yeah, right. Kindergarten. Okay."
Ah, boys.
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