Samuel.

Two years, eight months old.

Precious little pumpkin.

Naughty as all get out.

A little pistol.

100% boy.

Was upset one year ago when his big sister set off for her second year of preschool.

Thought he should be allowed to accompany her.

Was his frequent topic of conversation all school year long.

Recently learned he would be going to preschool this year.

Could hardly believe his good fortune.

Talked of nothing else.

Would have counted the days if he only knew how to count.

Monday morning proudly marched off to school with his big sister.

Had a glorious first day.

Practically perfect in every way. 

Eagerly returned on  Tuesday.

And then it happened.

Near the end of his school day he ran out of his classroom.

Tears streaming down his darling little cheeks.

Ran as fast as his little legs would carry him.

Finally found his  sister's classroom.

Ran inside and planted himself right next to her.

Glued to her body.

Enough of this grown-up school stuff.

He just wanted to be a little boy again with a big sister who would protect him.