Well, we stayed up for two hours past bedtime last night, trying to calm a crying Joe. What part worries you most about starting school, Joe? Just get the words out and maybe it will go away.
Well, those are a lot of parts.
Eventually, he tangled his fingers up in mine and drifted off to sleep. This morning he was dragging his feet, kept on the saddest face while we waited to meet his teacher, and then shuffled away with drooping shoulders when he joined his classmates on the walk to his classroom. And then when we went to pick him up... the smiliest boy.
"It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be."
Phewf. Thank goodness.
"And tomorrow is going to be even better."