Fledgling Boy

My kid just walked out the door to his very first day of high school. My baby is growing up, whether I want him to or no. I'm not sad or morose or melancholic. Nostalgic, maybe? Hopeful? I'm feeling some kind of way, at any rate.

I hope it's a good day for him, because high school is a crucible and the students can be dickweasels and douchecanoes.