We've known for a few months now, that this day would come... it's the last day before Chubbs is officially a school-boy. He starts pre-nursery tomorrow, as a boy who's two years and four months old! My baby boy is not a baby anymore, and is going to school; he's going to don a dusky pink uniform, carry a Thomas the Tank Engine school bag, sling a Bob the Builder water bottle, and sit in a class full of two year olds. I can't believe this day arrived so soon!
I figure I'd be the one who suffers separation-anxiety tomorrow, not Chubbs. Bring on the Kleenex! I'm not going to be a pretty sight, I tell you.
My boys.
