We just dropped him off - he was a little nervous and a little excited - he's funny, he gets quietly wound tight when he's like this - holding it all in, staying in control, acting like he's 25 instead of 5. He'll be just fine, I know it. When we left, he was picking out some crayons to color with. Frank, on the other hand, was funny. "We did it! I can't believe it - our baby is in kindergarten. I still remember when he was a baby and he cried for the first time - remember?" and on and on he went. I guess he wasn't there for the past two first days of (pre)school, so this is a first for him. I'm glad he got to do it with us this time.