I secretly wanted my child to hate the first day of school.
Perhaps "hate" isn't the right word, but I'm not smart enough to figure out a word that means "shows extreme angst about going all day without Daddy by holding on to his leg and screaming bloody murder." Perhaps I'll make one up. Um...ok, got it. Feel free to use it in casual conversation.
I secretly wanted my child to dadistickolegate the first day of school.
But did the Princess have the courtesy to shed one tear? Did she hang onto my neck a little too long in the farewell hug? Did she even say goodbye before dropping her lunchbox in the mulch and running to the sandbox? No! The nerve of her being well adjusted and eager to start her education! I'm severely thinking of limiting her dessert to only four M&M's.
Jack Grubb writes an incredible blog, Losing the Internets, which is read by at least 37 people and over 2,100 Russian SPAM bots. In his spare time he helps small companies find their marketing voice. Jack currently lives deliberately in Appalachia, Kentucky with his wife, two daughters, Jack Russell and a Lego collection beyond compare.