“It’s a new beginning!” I tell my grandson at the schoolhouse door. “Kindergarten! You’ll learn new things and make new friends. It’s going to be great.”
Joe isn’t buying it. Three older kids whirl by, shrieking, and he shrinks back against the wall. A few feet away, a little girl with French braids does too.
“What’s your name?” I ask her. I get a miserable “Celia” in response. “What a pretty name,” I say. “Celia, this is my grandson, Joe. It’s his first day at school. Is it your first day too?” Celia nods and sidles away from me.