The first day of school

The first words out of Brady's mouth this morning were, "Who cares about school." Then he rolled back over and tried to go back to sleep. He's not a fan of school, or homework, or work in general. He's a fan of sleep, and sports, and eating junk food.
I couldn't believe Brady's choice of shirts for the first day. He hasn't even met his teacher because he was sick last week when we were supposed to register. She's going to make a note of this I'm sure. I told him I wanted a picture, and asked him to show me how excited he is about school.
This next picture I told him to smile, and not just any smile, but made him think about a certain little girl that's in his class this year. That's why he's squinting at me.
On second thought, I can totally believe his choice of shirts. It's so Brady. But I did have a talk about behaving and being respectful. Just in case. But really, I know Brady. And I know that he talks a big talk about not liking school, but he's probably one of the better behaved boys there. He is still a boy, and he doesn't like to sit still, but he's not a trouble maker like his shirt implies.



I forgot to get a picture of Avery this morning. I told him that on the way to school and he was glad, because he doesn't like his hair right now. It's too long for him. I love saying that! I never thought we would be on the same page about hair length!! I'll get one this afternoon though, whether he likes it or not!!