Our Last First Day (Or, "How Can My Baby Be a High School Senior?")
A week from now, I'll take part in a ritual as much a part of summer's end as binge eating before Yom Kippur, Kershaw getting shellacked in the playoffs or me blaming the world's problems on "seasonal allergies"-- posting that seemingly mandatory "first day of school" picture on Facebook. The one where your kids look like they want to maim you. Or kill you. Or kill, then maim you. Because it's not bad enough that they have to start school, but now they have to stand next to their sibling, often with a hand-drawn sign they scrawled with all the joy and free will of a ransom note.
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