Last Wednesday, Jackson started "school" three mornings a week. It is terrible leaving him there. He screams, cries, lunges for me and I slink away and cry as I walk away from him. However, that first day, Ruth snuck in to take a peek for me mid-morning - and said he was sitting down, having a snack, with his foot up on the table. His foot up on the table! Hangin' out, not a care in the world.