My boy Ike started Kindergarten last week. The results: inconvenience.
Now we have to get up in the morning. Take him to the bus stop. Then, like, four hours later, go back to the same bus stop and pick him up. Then, later that night, we have to read stupid little books with him. Books about stupid things. Written stupidly. By stupid people. Stupid people with barely functioning vocabularies. He has to have a back pack. He has to have a jacket. He has to have shoes. Shoes actually on his feet. I guess now-a-days pants are also a requirement. Aaargh. I. Hate. Having. To. Put. Periods. Between. Every. Word.
