We successfully accomplished the morning of the First Grade for Tuga (aka Jackson). He was early to rise and we greeted the other excited/overbearing parents, camera in hand, at Mrs. Aceto's class. He was a bit nervous I think, noting that he wasnt sure if it was butterflies in his tummy, or if he just needed to go #2. Let's hope it wasn't the latter, as he still isnt totally familiar with the Big School layout. Mommy was definatley teary as we walked away and I just held little Dane a little tighter. I'llblink my eyes and Dane will be making that same long walk with the giant backpack.