In the middle of a horrendously busy week for me, and one not without stress, was an event which I skipped blogging about. It is, however, an event of some historical significance, so here you are: 

On Wednesday The Wictor had his first day at Mothers Day Out, or as we like to call it, “school”. 

I may have been tempted to write about it right away, except that absolutely nothing happened. He was delighted to be counted among the big kids, and wheeled his little Cars suitcase into his sister’s preschool with such pride. He cried a little when I left, but had stopped before I was out of earshot. On Thursday, as his brother and sister prepared to leave, he ran everywhere looking for his school bag. I felt so sorry for him that I took him to the supermarket, even though I didn’t really need to go. In case you missed it, the supermarket is his absolute favorite place.

Actually, now it is his second favorite place, after school.