go big or go home.

today was the day.

the day i sent my baby off to preschool.

i've been so excited for him to start this new little adventure

and the best part was how excited he was too.

so, this morning we started off with a nice hearty breakfast,

some cartoons

and a little pep talk.

got dressed in a spiffy new purple shirt,

fixed his hair

and put on his new super-cool motorcycle backpack.

then we took the traditional "first day of school" photos

by the front door,

hopped in the car

and headed to school.

everything was perfect.

no crying.

no separation anxiety.

no problem.

so i kissed him one last time and said goodbye.

not knowing that i would be seeing him much sooner than i had anticipated.

11:03 am, one hour into his two-hour day, the phone rings.

and it's his teacher.

she starts out by apologizing for the call, but that mitchell says he's "poopy" 

and that i would need to come up and "take care of it."

i couldn't help but laugh.

why wouldn't my kid poop on his first day of preschool?

i'll tell you why,

because everything that kid does is larger than life,

go big or go home...

just like his father

{not that marc poops his pants or anything}

i'm just sayin'.

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so pretty much, we'll never forget his first day of preschool.

which is kinda awesome when you think about it.

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