Kindergarten brothersApparently I only cry over the thought of animated children leaving their animated mothers. My boys started school last week, and I didn’t shed a tear. It helped that we all got a two-hour orientation day first, where we parents got to stay in class with our kids. Grandma S. joined us, ensuring that each of our boys had someone dedicated to him. That made for an easy slide into this whole school thing, and zilcho tears. Well, for me, anyway.

The tears came on Day Two, with Triplet Number Two, who thought it a very terrible deal that his parents—most notably his father—could not stay with him all day, every day, from now until Forever. While I did not join the watershed, his sadness broke my heart.

It broke his Daddy’s heart, too.

And it moved his brothers—emotionally and physically. In unison, the two of them stepped forward, took their crying brother’s hands, then walked him into the room.

And THAT’s how triplets do kindergarten.