His backpack was packed the night before, but he loaded it into the bike trailer himself. He and Holly climbed in and we zoomed him off to school. It was a bit of a slow zoom, at that last little hill (I admit it, I got off and pushed), but we made it. We found the picture he dropped off last week, hanging in the hall. We found the hook with his name on it. He changed his shoes. He stood in the doorway, hanging back for a second. One little push was all he needed. We held hands, and I walked him over to the table where Ella was already sitting. There were blocks on the table. I had trouble getting his attention long enough for a kiss goodbye.
And that was that. He was in. Holly and I rode home. I tried not to cry. I mostly succeeded.