and I'm sitting here crying like a baby. Can't figure out if it's because he's my first to go to a "real" HS, or my last boy, or what. But I cried all the way home and even called husband when the panic attack hit halfway here. I'm *so* proud of him. He's turned into a pretty doggone decent young man, albeit a tad lazy and scattered. Not much typical teen in him. Did have to remind him to shave, brush teeth, and comb hair (will that *ever* end???). Of course, he came down in his pants and I realized in horror that they are not cotton or cotton blend. First day of school and we've already violated dress code. Will have to take him back for another fun-filled day of shopping (NOT!). So maybe him being scattered isn't entirely his fault, LOL. Sniffle.... my baby Weeburt. Time has gone so fast. He is of course completely oblivious - not nervous, just bummed that school is starting "already".