by cheri block
As is my wish each year for the past three, I volunteer to be the official photographer of my grandson’s first day of school. Time marches on when you are a second grader.
After photographing the customary front porch, little brother, sentimental mother and father, crossing guard, new teacher, buddies, and the mother-son departing words of advice (and a sneaked kiss), I looked down and there the story was told.
The little brother:
So much tread, arch, and spring! No heels allowed.
And just to make sure all the little ones stay free of coughs and colds: