It was the first day of school. My son was very excited to get started and see his teacher and classmates. He got up at the crack of dawn, and was ready to go to the bus stop before I even had breakfast on the table.
"Dude, we don't have to leave for forty-five minutes!" I said.
"But I'm ready!"
He most certainly was. We finished breakfast, brushed our teeth, and headed for the bus stop.
At the bus stop, my boy could barely contain himself. He started hopping around.
"Bubba, chill out!" I said.
"I can't, Mama. I'm doing the happy dance!"
Fast forward to the afternoon. Bubba got off the bus with a big grin on his face.
"Did you have a good first day at school?"
"Yeah, Mama! And guess what?"
"The teacher did a happy dance, too!"
"Really?" I said.
"Yeah. She said we were the best class ever, because we didn't talk when we weren't supposed to. So she did a little dance, like this." Bubba jumped around with his hands in the air.
That's what I call a good first day. I hope every day makes my boy and his teacher want to do the happy dance!