Braden's First Day

Braden's first day of 2nd grade at his new school was a success! Of course, he's a typical boy, and he never wants to expound beyond "good" when asked how his day was. That's how it's been ever since Kindergarten. So, when I got a smile and a "good", I figured it was a good day. Because I'm a girl and I like details, I made the mistake (that I should know not to do by now) of badgering him with questions like, "Did you like your teacher?", "What did you do for recess?", "Did you like bringing your lunch or do you want to eat in the cafeteria tomorrow?", "Who did you sit by?", etc. etc. etc. He just gets more and more annoyed with each question and started giving me really smart-ellick answers. So I backed off. Then later, I sat next to him and said, "Braden, are you ok?" He said, "Yeeeessss, Why?" I said, "Am I asking too many questions?" He said, "Yes." I said, "Does it annoy you that I ask so many questions?" He smiled and said, "Yes." I told him, "I'm sorry that I ask so many questions, but I'm just a girl, and I like to hear all the details. It's ok if you don't want to talk about all of it. I just love you and I want to know about your day. How about if you just tell me what you want me to know from now on." No response. And again with yet another question, I asked him, "Does that sound good?" "Yep." And that was the end of the discussion about his day.
He really wants to start riding the bus, but I'm not ready for that yet. So, I made him mad and told him he has to be a car rider for at least another week.
He does want to eat in the cafeteria tomorrow, though. Even at the elementary school, they get a choice of 2 lunch entrees. Boy, he thought that was cool! And so do I for that matter. We didn't get a choice until high school when I was in school!
I think getting the 1st day over with was a pretty good birthday present!
Daddy took us all out to eat some yummy mexican food at Jose's and now he's got all 3 munchkins at the pool while I blog.
They'll be going to bed soon and my plans for the rest of my birthday are to get in my jammies, lay in my recliner with my comfy blankie, and watch more of the Olympics until bedtime. Oh, the life!