Karen Rivers

the real slim shady starts kindergarten.

Karen Rivers

Yes, I forgot my camera.   Yes, I was so late dropping him off that I didn't have time to take high quality portraits of his sweet innocent self clinging to my purse strap and making frantic mostly-silent screaming sounds, which abruptly stopped when he saw some other kid that he knew whereupon he turned to me and said, "Mum, you can go now," in the exact tone that the King of Siam would use to dismiss the help, if the King of Siam existed outside of a Broadway musical and, you know, sounded like a five year old.   What?   I'm tired.  The Birdy was up half of last night and boy oh boy am I close to a deadline that I will very likely not meet, which will be my first unmet deadline, the thought of which makes me want to go to bed, but wait!  I cannot!  Because The Birdy starts preschool tomorrow and she needs some Ziploc bags filled with spare clothes and family photos WHICH I ALMOST FORGOT TO DO UNTIL THIS EXACT MOMENT.   Craptacular!   Hold me!  Or help me!  Or ... Do something!   Remember the summer holidays?  How mellow they were?   WHAT HAPPENED?   

So anyway, I had my iPhone and he had a bunch of attitude and it was raining and The Birdy also wanted to be in the shot, so together those magical ingredients led to this:

I think the Catholic education should be great for his future as an Angry Young Rap Star, no?