My grandson, Matthew, started kindergarten today. Brandi says he marched into the classroom like a professional student and never looked back. She, of course, called me, crying like a baby saying her son had no qualms about leaving the nest.
She picked him up at 3 pm and called me. I was anxious to hear about his day. He gets on the phone and this is our conversation:
Matthew: Nammy, I only want to tell you one thing. (this is his way of saying he's not in the mood to talk)
Me: What? (I know what's coming)
Matthew: I love you.
Me: But, Matthew, how was your first day of school?
Matthew: Nammy, too much happened for me to tell you everything.
Me: Matthew, at least tell me one thing you did at school today?
Matthew: We played on the playground.
Me: Matthew, did you make any new friends?
Matthew (exasperated) Nammy! I haven't decided who my best friend is going to be because I don't know all their names yet. You wanna talk to momma?
Brandi: He's finished with that.
He wouldn't tell her much either and here we were waiting all day to hear his excitement. Kids!