I am happy to report that Aaron survived his first day of kindergarten yesterday.
He looked so cute in his white polo shirt and khaki shorts. The belt was a new thing for Aaron, so Amy (worried about him peeing himself during a wardrobe malfunction) helped him practice taking it off and putting in on.
Jada and I walked him to Lea and took him down to the school cafeteria for breakfast, where Ms. Brown and Ms. Tasha could not have been nicer to him. I knew he would be in good hands, in terms of knowing where to go after breakfast, so we didn't stay long. Plus I had to walk Jada back in the other direction to her school.
He was safely transferred from Lea to PIC after school, and when I picked him up at the end of the day and I asked him how kindergarten went, he said "awesome." He likes his teacher and got a prize for answering a question. (The boy knows how to get schwag.)
Of course, the higher intensity of a classroom setting wore on him, as he was a whiny mess going home and at the dinner table. And, by bedtime, he was a tired heap in Amy's arms. We're proud of our goo bear and happy to send him out again today.