The neighbor kids congregated at the base of our driveway (day two). We crossed our fingers that today they'd arrive at school, courtesy of a big yellow school bus.
We all breathed a sigh of relief when the bus appeared on our street. It stopped directly in front of our house, and one by one the kids entered the bus. Connor was in the middle of the line. At first, he showed a slight bit of hesitation, but his neighbor/friend Stephen encouraged him on, and that was just the prompting Connor needed to gleefully ride the bus.
A few hours later, I picked Connor up from school.
"How was kindergarten," I asked.
"Great," he replied, displaying his gap toothed smile.