The Middle Child

My middle child starts Kindergarten tomorrow.

No fanfare for this one.
No portable photo book for this one.

Quite frankly, she is lucky that she’s got a new backpack and a new outfit the way things are going here at the FrummieHouse. [FS gets a *tad* stressed during the month of Elul…]

We’ve been calling her “Middle Child” since she was a baby. We figured that she might as well get used to it from the get-go.

But she really is her own person, in her own right. Tomorrow, she will experience what it will be like to be “Beernut Frumette’s little sister.”

I wonder how she will take to that. The closest I ever got was in 12th grade math when the math “teacher” (and I use that term lightly!) once confused me and PepGiraffe. How any math teacher could confuse us remains an eternal mystery.

Backpacks are packed. Lunches are made. Cookies are cooling (for a sweet school year). And the lunch notes are written.

Only one thing left…

{sniffle}