My daughter, dear, darling weirdo that she is, went to her first day of kindergarten yesterday. As we walked home together, I offer to carry her backpack, which she says is kind of heavy "because my lunch is still in it".
I imagine my little girl, stymied by the still new lunchbox with its many compartments, unable to get her lunch open and too shy on her first day to ask for help. My heart breaks a little.
...for no reason, it turns out. She saved the cream cheese and jelly pinwheels and the heart cookies to eat at home. Why? I can only speculate. Because she's adorably strange?
I couldn't be prouder.
