He said he wasn't at all nervous; he said he was actually pretty excited. But the closer we got to the playground, the more he dragged his feet. Eventually he stopped altogether. Then he turned tail and ran. I found him like this, staring at the waves on a small wharf just behind his old barnehage.
He still insisted he wasn't nervous,
said he just wanted to wait for Daddy.
And so we did.
After that one tiny hiccup, he was great.
He didn't hesitate to go up to get his name tag when he was called.
When his teacher asked if he could count to 10,
he confidently announced that he could count to 110!
(a blatant lie)
Tomorrow he has to navigate the busses to and from school.
But he'll have EM with him, so I don't anticipate any big problems there.
So that's it then.
Looks like my days are my own again.
For a while at least.