
And this was me picking him up from the last day of school in May. He looks too old! :(

He grew accustomed to going every Thursday and loved to be there. When asked what he was going to do in school that morning he would reply, "paint". And sure enough we would arrive at school, he would put his folder, backpack and lunch away with my help and stand next to the art table and patiently wait his turn if someone else was there already. He brought home numerous art projects each day. (I wonder if he will miss any of them.) He could recall all the names of the other 9 kids in his class and talked about them often. Towards the end of the year he was asking me to "Go, momma" when I dropped him off. I knew then that he was enjoying his days there!

































