Back to School - Back to Reality

Both my kids ended their summer holidays this week, one returning to elementary school and the other attending for the very first time. Thank goodness; I was getting tired of being the only one in the house who had to get up early. Now both kids and, by association, my wife at least have to be up while the radio is still giving traffic reports.

When my oldest started school, in Scotland, we were so proud, and took lots of pictures of him with his little school tie and smart black trousers and little school blazer; looking just like the little gentleman, he positively glowed with the charm of stunted growth. However, second time around and with my youngest starting school looking like a cross between white gangsta and a Zellers TV commercial, it just wasn't the same. So much so, in fact, that we forgot to take any pictures of him (tell me he won't use THAT as an excuse for teenage angst, (tangst?)).

So, when my youngest attends again on Monday, we'll take some pictures and lie to him when he's older. Hey, it worked for "Where do babies come from..."