Yes, You Will Look At Pictures Of My Child!

I am a glass of lemonade made from the lemons that life gave you, the south end of a north-bound horse, both the windshield and the bug plus the Pope that is, in fact, Catholic. It's not you, it's me: I am a cliché, because all over Bloglandia float photos of wee kids wearing backpacks twice their size, the Great Migration called Back-to-School in full effect and caught on film then blogged ad nauseum. But as with many aspects of motherhood (for instance, cleaning off Zoey's face with a tissue I unceremoniously spit on), I simply cannot help myself. Here! Look at my daughter! NOW! Git in mah belly!

This time last year, first day of Pre-school:
One year later: today, first day of Pre-K.

Now I can almost hear you there thinking, what kind of cockamamie nonsense is Pre-K?! That's like a non-grade. Like step-aerobics or a title change without a raise. And I agreed with you until I did some research and found that Pre-K refers to the first formal academic classroom-based learning environment that a child customarily attends in order to prepare for the more didactic and academically intensive kindergarten. In other words, it means that Zoey has graduated from her pink cup at school to a purple one, which is apparently a pretty big fucking deal.

Hence the giddiness today when we took some pics before I took her to school.

Of course it could have also been the socks. God knows I get giddy when I wear giraffe socks.

Anyhoo, thanks for looking. I'll just be slinking back to my minivan now mumbling about the proximity of an apple's fall from a tree, mountains and Mohammed, and what exactly was that bear doing in the woods anyway?