Just hours now, til the first day of school. The girls are asleep — in bed, anyway. Sophie assured me she wasn’t at all scared.
“A little bit?” I asked.
She held two fingers as close together as they’d get with out touching.
“A tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiny bit,” she said, giggling. I’m not sure she knew what I meant, but we had a good laugh over it.
I keep joking to anyone who will listen that Sophie will go to kindergarten — for the first day, at least. That joke’s not funny tonight.
Today when we were getting back-to-school-hair cuts at Lollilocks, the very sweet stylist asked how old Sophie was.
“Sophie, tell the lady how old you are, please,” I said.
The girl laughed. “How old is she, really?” she asked.
Tomorrow will be the first in an occasional series of piece I’m doing for KJZZ, the Phoenix NPR affiliate, about Sophie’s kindergarten experience. Could be a very short series.
In any case, here’s the first essay: