First day of school

My first baby is offically a 'school kid'. He has been aiming for that magical, mythical status for a long while. At the end of his first full week he is exhausted, but also exhilarated, energised, buzzed about learning, loving sports, and making new friends. My baby is spreading his wings. He has taken the bus daily, eaten his lunch from his new lunch box, lost two drink bottles and one pair of togs, found togs and one drink bottle, and discovered the school library. He has brought home books to read each night, and forgotten most of what he has done each day. He has swum in the school pool daily and been awarded stickers for his excellent efforts. And he has announced he is in love, has kissed her under the table 'where no-one could see us' (and she kissed him too), and they are going to get married. Too cute. Suggesting to him that kissing at school was not the best idea was not a conversation I was expecting to have for quite some time!