Happy days are here again

I sent Riley off to his first day of school this morning. This year he's a confident, well-seasoned first grader, so there were no tears or long goodbyes - just a hug and a kiss and a "see you later, Mom". I'm still trying to figure out if I'm glad about the utter lack of drama or disappointed that he wasn't clinging to my leg and sobbing heartily, thus confirming my belief that I am, hands down, the most important person in his (or any other) universe.

I'm also trying to figure out what will fill my days now that my more demanding child is out of the house for nearly eight full hours. Don't mistake me, Millie can be a handful, but she has the ability to amuse herself for periods of time that exceed three minutes. That's nice for everyone. But, of course, she's potty training, so I've been following her around the house, waiting for the magical words: I has pookie, Mama, let's change it. Someday she'll say it before it actually happens. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

Anyway, I wanted to share the lopsided conversation I heard in the car this morning, because maybe you'll like it as much as I did.

Millie: Brother go school?
Riley: Yep, Millie. But you can't come because you're not old enough.
Millie: Millie go!
Riley: Sorry, Millie. I didn't go to school when I was two or three or four. I had to wait until I was five. But when you're five, we can go to the same school together! Won't that be fun?
Millie: No!
Riley: I'm sorry, little girl, you can't go today. But I won't be gone all day, and when I get home we can play together, okay?
Millie: Yes!

I know. How adorable is that!? It's like I'm raising good kids or something...

Way to go me.