Little Lukey starts preschool in the morning and I just sat down to make sure that we had everything ready to go and to see what else we needed to get together. Something about that scenario struck me as comic. It was like playing house-- pretending to be a mom. Only, it's not pretend. I have a preschooler. When did that happen?
He's been just mine for so long and I am having a hard time thinking about sharing him. I guess he's not the only one who will be learning to take turns...
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