End of an era time, here . . . .
You see, when The B heads off to nursery tomorrow, it will be for the very last time. This is where he has spent every Tuesday and Friday morning, barring the occasional holiday, for the last two-and-a-bit years. Considering that equates to almost half his life to date, it's little surprise that leaving such familiarity behind is going to prove such a wrench.
Leave he must, though, because following a short family break, preparations for starting school (T-minus-three-and-a-half weeks and counting) will begin in earnest . . . .
That particular challenge can wait. Right now, it's the friends he's leaving behind rather than those he has still to make that is our chief concern.
That in mind, we're hoping to use cake to cushion the blow, The B having baked a farewell treat that he is looking forward to doling out in the morning. He has also made a card - space rocket-themed - that he is relishing presenting to his favourite staff members.
It's possible that, at some point during proceedings, there might be a tear or two.
Having seen the amount of sugar The B poured into his cake mix this morning, I'm hoping everyone will be too high to get too sad . . . .