E and Z started school yesterday.
They weren't too thrilled by the prospect.
And who can blame them?
It was too nice of a day to spend inside a classroom.
It turns out Z had good reason to be apprehensive--he hurt himself on the playground at recess.
His legs, as they say here in Maine, are all stove up, and he's missing the second day of school.
We're making good use of ice, ibuprofen, arnica, and castor oil (my grandmother's old timey bruise remedy).