Tomorrow is Sam’s first day of second grade. He’s excited about that – not least because one of his friends will be in his class – but not so happy about other things.
Jake’s starting sixth grade, at a different school with a different calendar; his first day isn’t until next month.
So Sam’s bedtime was a bit earlier tonight than Jake’s, which struck young Mr. Sam as outrageously unfair. He came marching out – twice – to inform us of this.
Poor little guy.