The 3-block walk to school was pretty quiet. The three of us were all obviously lost in thoughts about this milestone: Henry’s first day of school in New York City. And then we were there – at the front door of school. There was a crowd of parents, kids walking in, and Sister Veronica welcoming everybody to a new school year. No matter how much we had discussed this moment, I don’t think Henry, Kristine nor I were prepared for the fact that only one of us would walk through that door. Henry put on his bravest face, walked up the steps, and didn’t look back. Kristine and I sat in the coffee shop across the street for the next 30 minutes – a little shell shocked and sad, wondering how he was doing. At 3:00 I called Kristine to see how pick up went. Henry got on the phone and sounded very happy – particularly about the fact that he was given no homework. Phew. With that behind us, we now prepare for Ruby’s first day of kindergarten tomorrow.