School started on Tuesday and like usual on the first day, Little Miss was happy and excited. She was ready to go wait for the bus 40 minutes before her pickup time. How I wish all mornings were like this.
At seven years old, she is a moody little girl. The last two days were awful getting her out the door. My head is starting to hurt thinking about it. For Kurt, it is a completely different story. She purrs like a kitten for him.
Yesterday she told me I don't need you coming out to wait for the bus with me. Fine. I had to water the heifers that were out front anyway so I could see her. Today they do not have school not sure why. We have a load of hay to go get so she should be thrilled to death or not.
This is Elvis. He and his brother Elmer accompanied us to the end of the driveway last year on the first day of school when they were just kittens. The little rascals ran across the road into the ditch too. So I stood waiting for the bus last year with two little orange bundles under each arm. Only Elvis came this year and tried to climb up my leg. I ended up holding him while waiting for the bus, again. Yes, if you are looking at my chubby hands I still have baby dimples and I am 29. I was nine, in church and some lady said to me, "Oh, baby dimples how cute." 20 years later I am still chunky. Obviously I never lost the baby fat which makes me real cute like baby cute. Just smile and nod.