The First Day of School

... Alice says hello on the first day of school ...

Yesterday Michael said a number of times, “The last day of freedom”.

He was outside with the girls.

They had a book and were sharing the pages, drawing characters in it in a Dungeon and Dragon like fashion.

Betty is sitting at the table on the first day of school.
She is having her hair brushed out by her mom.
It is a tangled mess.
She is not even in kindergarden yet.

“The last day of freedom.”

He said the phrase again as we were eating our thick yellow squash soup with its gentle taste of ginger and onions.

I thought about school and how it is going to go on for him for another 9 to 13 years. I tried to make something about it sound good.

“Your mom and dad pay thousands of dollars for you to go to school.”

Michael declined having his picture taken this morning.
So this is one from yesterday.
Notice, Rebecca, he is wearing one of the pendants you make.
He often has this on.

They had no idea that school is funded by their parents. Why would they know that?

The first day of school.

I was thinking about all of their cousins who are going into colleges or universities or other post-secondary schools today.

Yes, the last day of summer freedom for some.

For most, a privilege.