Here is Gregory standing in front of our home in Ireland ready to go to his first day of school. He was very happy and brave, and did very very well. I always thought I'd cry sending him to school, but there were no tears. I was happy for Gregory, he only goes half day and honestly he needed something to do during the day that was fun and productive and that gave him a chance to interact with other children his own age.
George doesn't like that his best buddy is gone every morning, so Gregory keeps telling George that he's lucky because he gets to stay home with Mommy. George of course wants to go with Gregory to school, and his misses him so much. He constantly asks, "When is Gregory coming home."