It's 8:12am. We leave for Jesse's Kindergarten in 3 minutes.
Mae is a wreck. "I need to take a fag," she tells me. She doesn't smoke. Me, I'm calm. Like the calm before a storm.
Jesse is all dressed up and ready to go. But he's awfully quiet today. He knows something is going down. He's probably saving the big screams for later when we ditch him there. Ugh! The principal assured us parents last Saturday that things will be under control. This week, they bring in the calvary - a horde of Form 6 school leavers who will act as assistants.
We're going to be okay.
Yes. We are.