Note: This post is part of Fatherhood Friday at Dad Blogs, where all the cool kids are hanging out. (Moms are welcome over there!) I *might* even have a column called “Teen Angst” there. Welcome to my visitors from DB; thanks for stopping in!

We sent the kids off to their first day of school yesterday without a hitch as usual; it’s hard to believe that they are both in high school.

Every year on the first day, I take a photo of them standing together. I’ve done this since the older one was in preschool and the younger one wasn’t even in school yet; I was going to post that photo today along with the new one, but decided against it because I didn’t want to give you the idea that I was feeling all sappy and sentimental; I’m not. I’ll post that photo another day; it’s ADORABLE.

I do, however, want to tell you about a funny conversation I had with the older one. He was getting ready to leave–and I think, trying to escape the Day One photo–when I said, “Whoa! Aren’t you forgetting? I have to take pictures!”

Him: “Ugh.”

Me: “Don’t say ‘Ugh!’ You’re a Senior! This is the last picture I’ll ever take of you on the first day of school!”

Him: “I’m going to school next year: you can take a picture of me on the first day, next year.”

Me: “Uh…I don’t think so!”

Him: “Why not?”

Me: “Because it’s likely you’ll not be living here when you go to college.”

Him: “So? You can still come and take a photo of me!”

Me: “If you think I have nothing better to do than to chase you around for a photo on the first day of college, you’re out of your mind.”

Him: *crickets* {trying to think of a snappy response, and failing.} “Okay, then let’s do this.”

By the way, he did have one teacher who thanked him for dressing up on the first day.

Before I close this up, I wanted to add that I’ve read lots of posts this week by other bloggers, about how their little one was sad and lonely when the older kids went off to school, and I wanted to share that we also had a little one who was sad.

But she’ll get over it.