The First Binder

Most kids greet their teacher by saying hello. Ours couldn't get his questions out fast enough. I am so glad I'm not his classroom teacher.

Standing in line the first day: Hi. Do we get chameleons in your room? Are there other animals? Do they eat crickets - live ones?...pause for breathing...Do they..."

Teacher: It's so nice to meet you. Tell me who you are.

Ours: "Um, you don't know me?!?"

On to the next kid and parents.

All the stuff is carefully labeled and stuffed into his backpack. And it's the year of his first binder - the good old inch and a half one filled with lined composition paper. It's the only day of the year it will be neat. I took a picture.

Our fab sitter managed to find one that zips closed - so at least he can get stuff home... it may not be in the rings, but the zipper might help. The two of them tag-teamed the local stores scouting for supplies in early August - so we could locate everything on the new and improved school supplies list. At the end of the month it's hard to find plastic two pocket folders in colors other than pink. He firmly announced that this year we needed to do a better job of stocking up on supplies. Check. Done.

Til again. Orange is still our family color.