I feel like this picture pretty much sums up how our morning went:
Keziah is quietly thinking about how excited she is to go back to school, Silas is thinking, 'Man, how come they get to go to school?' and Micah is thinking, 'I DO NOT want to go back to school!'
I was finally able to leave the school at about 10 am after much tears and panic on behalf of the eldest. Middle child acclimatized within seconds to her classroom - she may not have made a peep all morning, but at least she was happy. And the youngest tagged along with his Tinkerbell backpack in tow.
Here's hoping for less drama tomorrow...