1st grade for him. Preschool for her. The hand holding in this picture was coerced, don't get it twisted. Although I could feel the tears coming on...I kept it together, even after I was alone in my car...which is typically where the tears start falling. I am proud of my little superstars, and even a little a proud of myself for a tear free start to the school year. The past 6 years have gone by like a flash. Hopefully they will be taught really valuable things this year like...how to fold clothes, how to make a killer lasagna, and how to not kick everything that happens to be within 2 inches of their feet. Well, my son has only had two helpings of dinner and some ice cream so needless to say he is hungry again. I'm out.