As I walked down the corridor from the Preschool classroom dropping off Wyatt for his first day of class, towards the ice arena and the exiting door, there was joy, tears, confusion, relief, and a sense that parenthood just turned a different corner.
Damn, that chick has legs like Jessica Alba
Dad, I'm four and I know this isn't the right door
See, hottie behind me... please leave NOW
I will always stay this innocent looking
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