Maternelle

Tomorrow is the first day of school in Nathan's life. He'll spend four mornings a week at the "maternelle". Barely 3 years old, and already entering active life with its obligations. I'm sympathetic. We prepared him, and we'll walk him there like proud -and pointlessly concerned- parents. He'll carry a change of clothes in his shark-shape daypack, and Brown Dog, his stuffed "doudou", in his hands. Note: Picture added. Eventually Croco the crocodile got to go, instead of Brown Dog. Bad day for Brown Dog!