He was all smiles stepping out of the house. He carried his back pack, bottle and snacks, walked happily to the car (perhaps thinking we were going on a road trip). Papa Z came along for his first day at school too. On the way, we psyched him up... but that didn't quite work out once we stepped into the building.
When I picked him up after school, Shane wasn't crying anymore, but he completely lost his voice. He must have been crying for a long long time. My poor baby... The coming days and weeks will be better.
