First day of school

I wasn't sure what to expect this year on the first day of school. We had covered our bases with a foundation. Everyone was told about different experiences they might have that day. Six was cool as a cucumber when he got on that bus. He was able to move to the back, not forced to sit in the front anymore having a year of kindergarten under his belt. Five is a rookie. Struggled to find a spot. Delayed the bus slightly, as did others that first day. We went to the school, not following the bus, but beat it there. They were all smiles getting off the bus. They had a buddy with them, new neighbor, but also a rookie. The rookies stuck together until sent to their teachers. Six said his goodbyes and headed to his classroom. No problem for him. We gave hugs to Five and he too looked to have some confidence in his teacher and parental figures. I walked away feeling that we did our job successfully. They were ready. It wasn't until we were half way across the parking lot that I realized what we had over looked, Three. She began to fuss wanted her Six. No mention of Five. We talked her into a donut and that seemed to please her. She is still getting used to her status as Three.
They came home, as happy as they had left. It was a good day.
Day 2, similar results. Happy boys, ready to settle into this routine. It wasn't until Day 3 that things got hairy. Melt downs from needing to eat quickly to get to soccer ontime. Middle Brother came with a wet backpack. He had brought home his water bottle, open and half full of water. Papers, folder, everything soaked. Later I find out that his lunch box is missing. He also tells me that he still couldn't get his milk open and didn't get to eat all of his gogurt. Oh that is going to be a pleasant discovery. Bus or school locker are my best guesses. We shall see. More to come....